To Ulvinna


When we first fell in love,
It did not feel like a fall.
We were, rather, two A trains
Rushing along one track.
… Though we didn’t kill any people.
(I hope not. It was blurry.)

When I look at you now,
It does not feel like a fall.
It is, rather, a soaring,
Slow but certain.

Speaking more about this
Feels indulgent.
I stop.

(I’ve never stopped.)

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