to have someone
who gets in at 5 AM from a five day climbing and camping trip
the pale red residue of canyon rock still under her nails
settled in the wavering line of her scalp
and jumps on a T for half an hour to surprise me
with sandwiches from my favorite cafe
black coffee that tastes like liquid earth
lucky me to return to my desk,
full, filled, finding
a hint of the red rocks of utah still on my lips
all this possible only because i'm finally accepting
that i can't -won't- ever shed love
like some kind of dead skin to be sloughed off
realizing, finally, how strong and weightless skin really is
the endless layers i am capable of carrying
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