Almost: Loss of potential to be a mother
How is it that I know you?
Did the cosmic algorithm crunching 0s and 1s, managing contingencies, predictions and prayers
have a brief malfunction
That allowed our gaze to meet?
And that now leaves me hollowed out, suspended like a bubble in the space between have and have not
The gradient between steps and missteps that is infinitesimally small
And simultaneously large enough to hold the universe
Copyright 2023; Rebecca Presti
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The boundary of space-time feels layered like an otherworldly accordion
Pulsing, whirring in lock step with my heart,
Oscillating between tension and resolution
Expanding and contracting between desire and acceptance
The weight of what this life can’t hold casting shadows obscuring whether this is real or a dream
Whether your eyes were a figment or a moment when the air became selectively permeable and I could somehow reach you through dimensions