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I put on my face. You put on the dark. Somewhere, people are reuniting after a week or ten years. The first time you touched my hair, I cried. Imagine nothing growing back after your baby teeth fall out. Having to gum your hellos, your goodbyes; how language would be more gesture. There are ears that have never heard music, rivers; the sound of the sky opening up during rain. I have missed everything about you, like the little creases in your shirt from sitting for too long. Even the way you hold an orange in your mouth, all juice and no bite. I carry you on my right side which is to say that I am all left. On the hottest day of the year we ran outside and burned our feet on the ground, pool water reflecting off our brilliant faces. Romance is a girl stepping off of the curb and into traffic. It is a miracle that my voicemails to you are the only love letters I’ve written. I have forgotten whole people only to be reminded of them again over coffee. I sit in dimly lit rooms and remind my body not to be a chair. Last night the sirens sounded like airplanes and the airplanes sounded like leaving.
Kristina Haynes, “Your Face is the Clearest Thing” (via fleurishes)
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Our Thoughts Connect, Michael Dumontier & Neil Farber, Inc.
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Artist Name: Camille Rojas
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