An Unstable Radiance

He says your name like a slur, like a prayer, like a plea. This is where you live—in the space between synonyms. Watch the Sound of Music and create your own list: the way snow settles on tree branches, eyelashes brushing against glasses, elephant stickers, and women who smile at hello. He kisses with the right and determination of a man who has bothered to ask. Find power in the square of your shoulders, in the sting of your palm, the flight of your skirt. He likes to say he’s fallen in love with a star. He says you...

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