"But love is impossible and it goes on
despite the impossible. You’re the muscle
I cut from the bone and still the bone
remembers, still it wants (so much, it wants)
the flesh back, the real thing,
if only to rail against it, if only
to argue and fight, if only to miss
a solve-able absence."
Ada Limón, “In A Mexican Restaurant I Recall How Much You Upset Me,” published in TriQuarterly (via nps2013)
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