My brother
is a great joy of mine.
We can speak
so easily to each other.
But I can't
always get too close.
People are
a great joy of mine.
I like figuring out how to speak
easily to one another.
But I can't
always get too close.
My patterns
lean inward
and then leave a lot of space,
creating waves in my wake.
In and out,
like breathing.
In other words,
in many ways,
what I'm trying to say is,
don't hold your breath.
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