the one I know

By Jenna Sveum

hard, thick cotton my hands recognize instantly
strong palms worn from work and sports and overuse
ripped-up cuticles that I wish just once you would put lotion on

and despite it all:
the softest shoulders of all things that I’ve ever felt
the tangled scent of clean laundry and deodorant by your bedside
intelligent brown eyes that melt my angry words into molasses kisses

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