how lovely, the way lovers lean on each other. i’ve been thinking about the physics of it, the gravity of hearts. the first human instinct: to find something to lean on. we all have it, the radar for warm solid things. i am good at being lonely, but loneliness makes you heavy. what do you do when you cannot lean? you fold. i fold on myself. there is warmth here, too. a center here, too. i wish it was enough.
