Lots of writing lately, but this is the only piece that is easily shareable. For now. It popped into my head as I was trying to fall asleep and somehow, miraculously, I remembered enough of the first line to be able to piece it back together the next morning. That never happens.
some nights I feel like I lay on your surface
kept apart by a thin tension
touching but separate
some nights you fold me into yourself
your heartbeat echoing through me
until I think it’s my own
And then I turned it into a pretty picture and slapped it on Instagram. Because I could.
Drea Talley 