It brings me to tears sometimes to realize how deeply rooted poetry is in our most mundane but necessarily honest exchanges. The necessarily open, necessarily genuine, unaffected and bare exchanges.
-Aida
Asking About You
by Eloise Klein Healy
from Passing
Instead of having sex all the time I like to hold you and not get into some involved discussion of what life means. I want you to tell me something I don’t know about you. Something about the day before that photograph in which you’re standing on your head. I want to know about softball and the team picture. Why are you so little next to the others? Were you younger? Were you small as a girl? What I want most is to have been a girl with you and played on the opposite team so I could have liked you and competed against you at the same time.
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