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Second Life

Her wrist, swapped for his wrist, swapped for another’s wrist, then stilt-like mangroves.

Reaches past the silty veil.

Or to the edge of the world.

I’m certain I’ve touched you prior.

I’ve strung your threads.

Twined. Twinned.

The pattern that connects all who love and spar.

I’ve cradled this skin before, as my own, peered through pores and matched morals.

Worn your inclinations like rock Samphire adorning the coast.

Salt-preserved tendencies, brined for another life.

What ecology has pulled taut between this nature and the next?

This timeline of flesh/sinew.

Cancel yourself into another’s life.

Here and at the perimeter.