AS IF

holding your hand through all of this --

holding your hand.

the immeasurable amount of peace that comes

when i am with him.

laptop to journal to body --

the frame of our trinity.

like windshield wipers somehow.

you are violent, dear, and i like it.

building sandcastles while we could be building bunkers --

while you're building your mansion --

we use sand, on purpose;

it's what we do;

we build together,

it's what we do.

as if it exists.

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