Loving Hard
I am learning how to tolerate loving and being loved.
Sandwiched spoon-to-spoon between my partner and my dog trails of shine shimmer across my buoyant humble tired smile. Our warm bodies oxygenate and murmur syncopation. It was the first night I had slept on the floor and felt healthier for having done so. There was the exhaustion of not knowing I could sleep that soundly a snore-free lung capacity and a …


