burrow

You colonized a piece of my brain. We never met. We share no memories. We've never exchanged fluids. But now, a whiff of NOIR29 makes me nauseous and pulls me beneath the waves of what ifs. 

A writers wife 

Dinner avec nous amis a le Tagine. 

Sweet hearing aid strokes

Laughter when I miss a beat 

Indistinguishable limbs. 

Is that hand mine or yours?

No, it's yours.

And this is mine.