from my best friend: Russ Ligtas

Here,

we had just re-unisoned from 5 years of unravel.

It wasn't even a real falling out—

you had to deal with a sweet adversary

I too would meet on my own.

We have tamed them somehow maybe even together. 

Now, 

it's obvious.

We share the same dominant romantic gene.

Dearest,

we have known each other since before our cliffs knew how to show off, 

while the silver fox sang the moon and stars into our plutos, before our fingers grew into palms, forming patterns—making the hugest of hugs.

Now,

we worship the same deities,

share the same blood and milk and time: our pain and joy no longer designated to the left or the right.

Now dearest,

all is love.

All is love.

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For my best friend, on his birthday.