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- small poem sunday for mothers fold clothes. kiss foreheads and fingertips in atonement. don’t take any i love you for granted. #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
- when love is like a word you can’t remember what’s that thing called-- the light coming back slow after an #eclipse. #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social @uropoet.bsky.social
- i used to think leaving stings the skin. but now i say— it’s more like the memory of a #scar. something to remind you that despite the forces that will try to stop you— you’ve survived. #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social @uropoet.bsky.social
- true story: #elegy for my collection of potato mashers you are a thing i loved and lost. do you think about me, the way i dream of you— desire and despair, us two, bound forever to go forgotten, at the back of someone else’s drawer. #vss365 @uropoet.bsky.social @vss365hq.bsky.social
- nothing holds. not the memory of your mouth on my mouth, not your voice, not nights, leaving, not the number of steps to get to your call when it rings through my ears. even the softest love, the kind with no apologies and apple carts that never turn over. 1/2