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HANNAH, IN MEMORY FRAGMENTS
Texas,
what I missed is holy.
mystic blood boiling rituals / alabaster burn / wide roads
skies that engulf everyone and anyone
history lost in
the skyline.
I missed the sweet intoxication of concrete.
Asphalt is too bitter. And she was cream in a miniature forest.
High skyscaper cheekbones
brought from harbor to bay
evolution and the
dark side of ocean orange
tongue sharp as milk tea
different
eyes changing like bright boba
coconut purple / lemon sea green / avocado yellow / peach gray
Hannah holds my hand. She leans her acrobat body across my circus cage and the whole world thinks we’re in love. Maybe we are. I can hear her heartbeat in her shoulder, where my neck curves to meet the soft of her jaw. I forget where we begin and where I end. It takes 9 days to find your best friend.
Illustration by
Chelsi Rossi
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