what’s it like to hold me?
wouldn’t you like to know
the sound of my softest sighs
the intimacy of my laugh
rippling near your ear
when you discover the dip of my waist
with those curious wandering fingers?
loose threads
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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i go to the ocean
intent on drowning my pain
i find you there
in every grain of sand
tucked into crevices in the rocks
lurking in tide pools, tentacles reaching for my ghost fingers
tiny pink shells
spiraling in on themselves
like my heart spirals in on itself
without you
loose threads 