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(a)Wake

He was with me in the sunlight pressing blocks into carpet, heat kissing the tips of his black shoes shiny while I played the shoelace game with my small fingers always unraveling his knots– and then he wasn’t there, but … Continue reading

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the shoelace game

first, my small fingers untie his laces–he smiles ties them up again this was our first game he made tight bows to stop me and I freed them all each new knot a complex duel of digits ***thought I would … Continue reading

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