That time I thought I was in love and calmly said so was not much different from the time I was truly in love and slept poorly and spoke out loud to the wall and discovered the hidden genius of my hands
And the times I felt less in love, less than someone were, to be honest, not so different either.
Each was ridiculous in its own way and each was tender, yes, sometimes even the false is tender.
I am astounded by the various kisses we’re capable of. Each from different heights diminished, which is simply the law.
And the big bruise from the longer fall looked perfectly white in a few years. That astounded me most of all.