Your new thing

After your shower but before bed you relaxed on bare sheets
smiling and running and talking, the words unformed but available,
your legs the medium, the translator to your messages garbled by youth,
the roots forming on your tongue like new memories being put to test,
lips sucked in and out to mark the comfort you hope for and want
with smiling kicks as messages that you’ll live without for a while still
as long as we keep laughing with you for just a bit longer.



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