chromatography
it's tuesday; there must be a reason grace exists in the world, we just aren't sure yet.
* My left hand will live longer than my right.
The rivers of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think
praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn.
In another dimension this is exactly what's happening,
I like the idea of different theres and elsewheres.
...Here, when I say "I never want to be without you,"
somewhere else I am saying,
"I never want to be without you again."
And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are,
it's with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don't touch you, it's a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
~ excerpts from bob hicok's "Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem".
photograph by aleks talve.
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you are heaven-sent. don't you dare forget.