We had never seen this world
but we sensed it, like a cat’s breath against our wrists:
we were married, the bees loved us, the ocean might relent,
the child muttered over a handful of dust and spit.
— D. Nurske, from “Nights on the Peninsula” (via the-final-sentence)
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