My Hidden Lives // Prose

45. elegy

elegy

If we got drunk once, and I asked you for a body, with the colors hazy, wrapped around us as a mother’s quilt – would you indulge my last childish request: bare yourself naked, for me to see the skin is soft and bones weak, and that – really – what you could give me, I would always have to leave behind.

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