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Inside her Belly

I lay down on the couch ushered by my anguish. The clock ticks, backwards. I’m four again.

I ache to whisper the fullness of my heart, but can’t decode it swift enough to speak. It’s a foreign language.

The late November grey hung in curtains all around them. And of course, greyest of all, on Leonard’s mood.

My father puts his hands on my shoulders. I haven’t seen him in ten years, but he looks good.

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The city of Page sleeps as I slide my leg over my motorcycle. The sun crowns over the horizon and sets the desert aglow.

There they were. A family of two. In a house with strong bones and a living room ready to hold them.

I had no more an idea of what to expect as I would going on a blind-date in a black hole…”