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by Jovan Todorovic

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Dean Martin and Audrey Hepburn share a laugh on the set of Sabrina, 1954.

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Your body is made of the same elements that lionesses are built from. Three quarters of you is the same kind of water that beats rocks to rubble, wears stones away. Your DNA translates into the same twenty amino acids that wolf genes code for. When you look in the mirror and feel weak, remember, the air you breathe in fuels forest fires capable of destroying everything they touch. On the days you feel ugly, remember: diamonds are only carbon. You are so much more.

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The neighborhood boys have grown taller

than their absent fathers.

My girl use to be one of the boys,

throat a gun tossed in to a river

fist fight for a mouth

bag of ice for a father.

Then her body grew soft where she did not want it soft

grew full, grew heavy,...

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The winter was so cold that you could peel whole islands out of the sea. Even the animals started skinning each other’s hides for warmth. The aftertaste of a Goodbye is the worst to get rid of. It’s a warm brown sugar that melts softly into brine. There is no finality in words, no period at the end of every sentence. We are ellipses, caesuras, the pauses between blinks. And the breath, a storyteller once told me, is the most important part. What end does a goodbye offer when even our echoes can cause avalanches? There is a well in our hearts, and every night the water freezes over until I can no longer think of anything but lost language, lodged in the iceberg of my mouth. Everything is still here. The letters I wrote are still stuck between my teeth. My old home still has my name scratched on the underside of a windowsill. Everything is still here. Even seasons just change from solid to liquid to gas. And still, your mouth on my mouth is a thought as fresh as melting icicles away with my breath.

“What Goodbye Means,” Shinji Moon (via commovente)