Crazy-Meimi

exhibit A: our lips express heartbreak and laughter in the same movement: stretched wide, a red gash across our faces. heads thrown back to the sky, the sound vibrating through our bodies, whether the cardinal call of happiness or the ohwhygodjesus moans of solitary sorrow, it’s the same instrument and song. exhibit B: you held me close in the half-dark of the known and unknown. I whispered my secret therapies to you, the way your lips and the curve of your cheek are my self-medication, and the way your voice is as perfect as the rumbling pacific. finally the iron around your heart rusted away in saltwater, wetting my