I wish you were here. I'd do a hundred somersaults a thousand cartwheels! I'd make really cold iced tea. I'd write a sestina. Ten! What can I do? I'm turning into pale blue jelly, transparent and plinky like a piano, shaking under the moon. Where are you, with your imminent brilliance, your eyes that stop butterflies in their tracks, the koans of your fingertips?
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