the sentiment i find around me lately
stings previously swollen and lumpy sections of my heart
sections i recall to have been scarred over
rubber-like
so sturdy you could drive over them
this love is foreign
wrestling with subsections of my brain
wrapping my logic around twisting highways
in abandoned wells
sometimes a present love
is a reminder of where it has always been missing
i drink in this joy and count it mine
i bathe in baths of it and serve it to you
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