You have a rice cooker
in your kitchen,
warm hands, a quick smile.
We will unfold into each other, slowly,
til, in time,
our branches lean together, our roots
grow round each other, and we
find water.
Like fish, returning.
Always returning.
You have a rice cooker
in your kitchen,
warm hands, a quick smile.
We will unfold into each other, slowly,
til, in time,
our branches lean together, our roots
grow round each other, and we
find water.
Like fish, returning.
Always returning.
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