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my girls & i sit around my kitchen table,
knees bent over chairs on another
late saturday night.
the world feels in front of us
& behind us, as we shake our heads at
the future ahead.
we want to store these nights
in jewelry boxes
& make ourselves forget
that jewelry can tarnish,
that we will leave this place
and all the people in it,
far enough away
before our own memories
can pin us down.
that come two years from now
we will drink saturday’s
into sunday’s,
hold conversations already had,
laugh about nothing
with no one we know —
making wishes with
clasped eyes, not hands.
saying, our love is different.
with promises that could be lies.
but tonight
we are each other’s and for now,
that is enough.
our Saturday nights
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