My hand is entirely a nurse shark. So is yours,
and it’s my favorite thing about you. It’s the
thing about hands no one every talks about. How
they are always so many things at once. Hard
and soft. Fist and blue whale. I remember when
I first leapt up from the waves I was just so
goddamn happy to finally see you. So surprised
because you were beaming, and I couldn’t
breathe at all, and none of that mattered. I
recognized you by your scent. By the tracers
you left in the salt behind you. I saw that our blood
was the same blood. And that it wasn’t even
blood, not really, just a parade of jellyfish. All of
them thick and perfect and swirling like mad
inside our bodes. The applause so deafening. So
loud it simply drowned us. You and I, placed on
either edge of this constant encore. Our finest
moment. This huge glowing ballet.


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