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You Can Catch a Cricket in Your Hand but its Song is All Over the Field

Build me a cricket.
Make him fast and strong.
May he land on the wall of your college apartment as we read Chinese proverbs. Study my face when I tell you I can’t love you any more than I already do.
Your knees have broken, and the curse is lifting.
Hover over me when you reach sainthood before I do – tell the Zeitgeist I have something in it for her, too. We’ll swing left and right, back and forth in this hammock until we reach a steady fever pitch.
Your porch will bend, and we’ll memorize every whisper the crickets make on our way down. Your warmth will weave my songs into a tapestry the lonesome crickets will find comfort in.

2 Feb 18

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