

GravityNow closerGravity
Now further
We’ve done this dance before
If it’s you or if it’s me
We can’t seem to get ourselves out of orbit
Now closer
Now your knee is near enough
To give off heat
We pass cigarettes
Chain smoking nonchalantly.
I don’t smoke.
Arms folded, rubbing forearm
At least you are close
And you light the cigarettes
Three minutes apart
You take two drags, I take one.
&nb
amy
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Writing is my passion. It is a way to experience the ecstatic. The root understanding of the word ecstasy — ‘to stand outside’ —comes to me in those moments when I am immersed so deeply in the act of thinking and writing that everything else, even flesh,
--steph
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