Rendered | Mark Nepo
I was in the hammock watching the breeze through the willows when you and Zuzu climbed in. We laughed, your feet in the crook of my arm, Zuzu’s tail
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I was in the hammock watching the breeze through the willows when you and Zuzu climbed in. We laughed, your feet in the crook of my arm, Zuzu’s tail
On the way home, a magician stops you with his banter as he discovers a quarter behind your ear, and suddenly there’s a soft- ness in the back of
Because eating-air-without-holding-back tastes like music. It’s why I stop when kissing your shoulder, stalled in the wisdom of your skin. Look how
In a moment of weariness with who he has become, a sex trader tells the six frightened girls cornered in the back of a laundry that he will let one
When I try to describe you to someone who doesn’t know you, I smile deep inside, as I do when remembering a hike up a mountain or a day at the