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Mostly Water
by Janell Moon

We both had been alone for a long time.

The night was sharp and cold
We had met earlier that day
to talk, stood arms hanging by our sides
on a San Francisco peninsula.

I thought, I'm ready,
and you turned to me hesitating saying,
I’m balancing work and illness.

I heard you coughing and your tone of voice.
I wanted to hear Illinois not illness.
I was silent, I could tell you wanted to try.

We were surrounded by water
We'd lived a long time
We thought perhaps we could ask.

Because we could
Because we knew better than to insist.


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