Archive for
where bodies meet, and toast
(oh! to the orgiastic splendor of twos!)
you folded a napkin in half
neatly, like your underwear
and scribbled down the crease
(a mythology of unions!)
it’s thumbtacked to the wall
a memoir to an end of worlds
like when we used to fall
wrapped in blankets,
to the floor and lie.
(on and to each other)
(with and through each other)
