12/28/2020

Syntactic Atom

I know what she is thinking,

this spider lounging on my lap;

I’m thinking the very same thing:


that this is all there is 

and all there ever was 

and all the two of us 


ever wanted there to be.


[LSS, 12/28/20]


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