Is it the knuckles or the knees that come first
To pop,
Once we relax
Our fighting stance?


A crack in the joining of our dreams
To let air escape
Between tight lips.


I’ll tell you a secret, 
If you bring your ear close enough
To catch it—
To hear the creak
As I straighten my legs to stand 
Again at ease:


To know fists
Can relax at my side
As I drawn you in closer.


Come, 
Let me hold you to me now.

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Hello! I am a poet and essayist who sometimes likes to share her work with the world! I am currently an English major at the University of Iowa and write as often as I can (when not spiraling into the black voids of the internet).

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