I mostly expected to write poems every day while falling
in love with the person I'm probably
going to spend the rest of my life with.
but mundane love, love that says things like,
"I'm open to holding the things in the pit of your stomach,"
has left me grasping for a new vocabulary –
falling into the pit of your stomach,
I make sure you've had enough water, remind you to take your meds,
scratch your head where you like, tell myself I'm real.
<3 "I'm open to holding the things in the pit of your stomach"
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