Curls

A Contemplation Upon Curls by Abby Koning

 

Your gentle and tentative fingers curl

Softly about my own

Reminiscent of the curls

Falling about your downturned face

And, what is a curl, really?

Not quite a circle, not quite a square

Not quite anything, truly

 

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But for now, our hands are still together

And we are defined by each other

‘We’ is so much less lonely than

‘I’ or ‘You’ or ‘He’ or ‘She’

And we are nothing more than curls

Existing, but not meant to be known

Or studied

Or admired.

Not quite circles.

Not quite squares.

Not quite anything at all.

 

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