Alison Eastley

This has nothing to do with counting days where crosses mean blood
and o’s are not simply o’s but symbolize liquid states similar to a new discovery to contemplate after mistakes turn memories into something
more complicated like the first time I saw you I didn’t think about divine geometry or try to elevate expressive possibilities into a sacred act because there wasn’t any mystery just this physicality I remember how you felt so the next day was almost mythical except I drove you home and you didn’t know how to reach fugue figures or numerical varieties of mind until the way I’d moan, audibly proud the way we fit together so tight there was never any light but still it poured as if a panther’s eye glinted nearby or maybe it was skin clinging to skin when we realized it was the 28th on the day we met and the 28th on the day we wed.

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