Made by Hand

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We scream the names of those we loved before and lost. So many ways to lose a love, distance, schedules, death. Even the way it moves through your mouth, it sucks air back in. Death is a sonic event. I can feel it like a plugging in the ears when the plane veers abruptly upright into the heavens filling us up with silent screams. how many ways did I lose you? How many ways did you lose me? Before physically we separated. It’s a long peeling off. Then there’s nothing left but a hollow metallic body and the engines hanging in mid air. What holds us up? What holds us. To each other, apart. Gravity may it hold me down. I’d float off for sure without it’s sure weight on me now just to find you somewhere high up there and ask you for one last dance.

for Jubilee

 J + J

J + J