gratitude
for being nude
whale song
being
and long
quiet walks
loud rivers and rocks
futons lumps and holding
folding t-shirts quietly
into perfect piles
the dials on the stove
that have worn out their names
and games
made up stories
old dogs
blow jobs
white garlic floating in oil
missing someone
humming birds
and
holding a childs hand
Thank You, Audra
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