She lives in San Diego, so there are lots of uses for it there unlike here in the crisp autumn of the midwest.
How I’d like to carefully, tenderly, and with ginger fingers untie and unravel the tangled mess, one knot at a time and lay it out in one long strand that has no beginning or end. And I would wind it up in coils around myself, in even bands around my body so that I could be enveloped and surrounded by her mind, entwined in her delicate fibers. If I could, I’d be my own lover. And I would know myself.
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