i think about shivering
in the cold
; finding it
charming for a
moment.
are laughs warmth enough?
i won’t freeze away?
(breath)
i think about december
and my secret
love, november.
i think about the place
march is wiggling into
in my heart.
it all sits in my mouth,
makes my jaw
ache,
sits next to my tongue,
in the fleshy hollow
next to my teeth.
my teeth have been so solid
recently.
fusing and entangling
and turning into a
chock of white hardened
enamel.
it’s ugly and hard
and strong but so lovely.
how can it snow in march?
i ponder what im being told.
i ponder sharp edges
and melted snow.
i ponder the girls
i’ve been
and the singular within them all:;
i ponder natasha.
the whole to my parts,
the promise to my hope,
the . to my ,
and i wonder what it is to be whole.
to let every part of me
be and
grow and love together.
to harmoniously
entangle
like vines and flowers and
leafs and roots.
to brave the cold to become a
bit warmer
and allow natasha
to love every single
part of me.
every single part.
i ponder being whole.
i think for hours about
how much i enjoy it.
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