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Rhiannon Thorne


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I point to the hair on my knuckle 
and you say, “yes, this, too, I love.”

It is longer than the year before, curling
a little farther from my body. I say so

and you say, "I know." 

I pull it out to two options: am I angry
that you saw my body betraying youth,

that first little slide, and did not tell me?
Or, do I pat your rounding belly and say,

“yes, this, too, I love.”

© by Rhiannon Thorne.
Used with the author’s permission.

 

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Rhiannon Thorne grew up in California’s Bay Area. Her work has appeared in numerous publications and she is co-editor of cahoodaloodaling. Rhiannon, who goes by the name "Raquel," believes semicolons are the sexiest of all punctuation marks, that everyone should couch surf at least once, and that there is not one moment in life that isn't poetry. Learn more about her at www.rhiannonthorne.com.

 


Post New Comment:
Ross Kightly:
"not one moment in life that isn't poetry"! Indeed! I keep working on my rounding belly, but to make it go the other way!
Posted 02/16/2014 12:53 PM
Dorcas:
Love, is growing old and changing and accepting.
Posted 02/16/2014 11:32 AM


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