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A Kiss

And sometimes it is
loss
that we lose,
and sometimes
it is just lips. When I was
a child, I would ask my mother

to tuck me
in, wrap me tight in blankets,
make me into a burrito.

Sometimes I would wait in bed,
pressing my body stiff, like a board,
mind like a feather, silly— setting the scene

to be seen.
So I could be wrapped.
So I could be kissed.
And what

 

I miss most,
is being                              made                                  again.

– David Tomas Martinez