Everything I want to say can now be said
in this way. Think of me washing your feet.
I am kneeling in front of you.
I am looking at you the way
I never looked before. The blue under your skin
is beautiful. Each foot
veined by a map of places we went
and places we could not go.
I will take a long time.
The water will get cold,
but bear with me.
My hair is soft and long for the drying.
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