A Brief Intimacy
Karissa Chen
451

between the acting of a dreadful thing and most adults/

escape was nothing/ we escaped from the adults all the time/ at first, motion, and it was never a hideous dream/ what it was was faith/ that one could be there for the other one and the other one could be there in tidal waves of time/ faith will carve you even as you sleep/ we are old men, now/ his emails are our bones again/ but/ this time we are the adults we once escaped/ private grief is everywhere/ memory as melancholy as a cat/

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