An Answer


Yes, I guess I am tired
if you mean could I use a nap
or a meal
or a minute alone. Of course.
But I flush with pleasure
to remember the nighttime—
eyes closed,
warm hands roaming my ribs,
the milky slow-dance of nursing.
He is the most passionate person I have ever shared a bed with.

Isn’t falling in love always like this?
The nights are long and wakeful
and the days are a thrilling blur.
“Tired” is not the first word that comes to mind.


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