side by side; forehead to forehead; big-little spoon; do not disturb. To take in the smallest moment of how vulnerable it feels to be the big spoon and remember that there is balance in being still. Two lovers under covers, slipping in and out of daydreams, peeking our heads out from under the sheets only to watch the sun rise from our northeast corner window. The window I keep wide open, even though there is no screen. The windowsill where I've left our love-fern to soak in light; beneath it a spare key, attached to a keychain that reads, home is where the heart is. I take small sips of coffee and search for a documentary about a man who travelled by foot across America or maybe the one about a family of nine who shared an RV and thrived. Until I find one to settle into, I read a book of poems out loud, then whisper, Kind of Love. To let the sweetness of yesterday linger for just a little while longer, even when she's exhausted all of her resources, except the right to wake up late and keep her phone on
Even subtraction is never loss,
just addition somewhere else:
five sparrows take away two,
the two in someone else’s
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