What I’m Reading:
I am full of water but as thirst is a form of
suffering, I would not wish it upon you. Instead, I will
work my way through your dreaming, which I know is of
endless snow fields. I will wait in this puddle of melt.
— Kimberly Quiogue Andrews / “Poem in Which the Poet Ventriloquizes the Beloved”
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