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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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