Infinite

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While we waited to start,

forever atoning

for the infinite scroll,

we failed to recognize

all the ways in which

our story

had already begun

The temerity of

my love for you,

and the music we make,

changing the shape of 

my mysterious cells

My body keeping score,

I learn to own the wanting,

my insatiability

a bullish wish

in disguise

Standing still

in love with you,

giving space

to our togetherness,

letting iron sharpen

iron

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(above)
Autobiogenesis, Day 342
2019
Recycled Painting, Transfer Letters
4 x 4 in

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