Tasked with breathkeeping in the stretched-out space between togetherness. Inoffensive orange fizzy water and lukewarm Gatorade. Unpretentious dialogue about dosages. Searching for the brief apex of imagination in black-and-white illustrations. Calloused hands and dry jawlines. The evening fades like an exhalation. One of uncounted dozens that taste of slivered euphoria. The rapport of humming. The insistent ache of discipline. The Zen of washing dishes. And the satiety of falling asleep, hidden from the sunlight, with hands still greasy with affection.
5:44 p.m. - 2023-06-23
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