Call my chest a slow-motion tangle of inflation.

Walk backwards in order to remain longer.

Give up adjectives for a year and settle for verbs and pronouns. You swim. You gather. You kiss. You handle.

The moon will continue to gorge on sky. It will fluctuate in weight and one must ask themselves what all this has to do with them.

Imagine falling in love with a human, rather than what defines them as such. [to see/ love beyond gender of genitalia]

Gather yesterday’s history to remind you not to return.

Call all of this research.

Somewhere not too far, you will find someone who does not require an apology for your past. When this human is found, do not not not let them go.

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