izzy

inside this whale’s chest
we can hear each other breathing

giant ribs against our tangled spines
and the swell of the ocean
pressing in against our hollow

this is what it means to be close to someone
exhaling in the dark

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sarah

i pressed my nose against the glass
left a little round wet smudge
which i regarded with a certain air of pride
the way a dog banished to the yard
wages quiet war against a polished window

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