I thought about how to write
down the feeling of my lungs
held up in clouds or my heart
melted down into a shapeless mess, when —
all at once I knew you —
and knew you were
moving in the same timeline,
on the same planet
in the same city
in such a way
making enough noise so that I
could find you.
All at once, we are not the sum of our
miraculous parts, immaculate parts…
(wet parts, hard parts, warm parts, soft parts)
even when we are apart,
even when we go to pieces
and those pieces social distance and self-isolate.
We make,
or made, something good
when we swiped right or when I climbed
into your truck or when you kissed me —
whenever you want to call it —
In that moment, I’m sure a star was
born, and a chicken hatched, and
twelve million new discoveries were made
and a flame was lit, and a seed planted, and
a song conceptualized in a brain —
and you and I, all emerged from some
same magic.
What I’m trying to say is it’s bigger than me
and nothing was before.
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