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You Can Catch a Cricket in Your Hand but its Song is All Over the Field
spaye08

Build me a cricket.
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Make him fast and strong.
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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.
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Your knees have broken, and the curse is lifting.
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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.
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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.
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2 Feb 18


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