izzy

when you were a cat you were very tiny
and almost always sad
because you couldn’t jump high enough to be at face level
and all you wanted to do was kiss everyone on the nose

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sarah

We walk by the river, meandering maddeningly,
fucking up all the straight lines left by the footsteps before us
kicking up the bitumen and bitching about the kids on the banks
kissing over and over, trying to figure out how their mouths fit together
smearing each other with spit and clanking teeth in illiterate drumbeats
you kissed me once only, clicked right in
and love arrived like a thunderclap in my heart

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