When I meet him, there he’ll be
the big him with the little “h”
for the capital “R” kind of relationship
—a boyfriend by any other designation.
We will have survived our second and third impressions,
slogged through the realities of us,
and successfully emerged in a world
where I can wear that shirt again
and he can introduce me without U.N. translators.
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Under the bones of the sky she splinters into inadequate words
1 comment:
Oooo...that's good.
Definitely important to have a little h and a BIG BIG R. :)
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