August 26, 2026
Bri Campbell
The good and the gracious
I leave the golden shred
on the ground, glittering.
What it was to be
in my body with you?
It does make sense, being
60% water, transudate,
sweat under my nails, saliva:
wet stomach to wet stomach.
What it was to be tender
and thanked and thanked?
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