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all day i pop my knuckles
and inscribe the moments on these bones.
hands tired from the tire-turn of driving,
shoulder slouched from the cheek-weight of love.
my fingers still ache to crack these things into place.
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so few words but so many lovely lines; I never thought about it the way the first two lines put it, “cheek-weight of love,” and that finishing line. Wow.
I love these lines:
hands tired from the tire-turn of driving,
shoulder slouched from the cheek-weight of love.