I think of you as two
Two possibilities, if you will
Or roads,
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I can feel the dough beneath my fingers
press into the crevices of my hand.
I knead and pound, the way my mother did
and my grandmother before her,
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What if I am merely puns and quips,
the readers digest version of
a human heart?
What if I can’t write, because I don’t know
...
find the rate of change in me, x
where I seek infinity. +
define me unambiguously; x
that I may be solved =
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Our naked limbs that cross
and crease around the other
are a study in the
beauty of line and value-
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