Written by Bethany Cutkomp
Near-tipsy with weariness, you and I curl on your bedroom floor.
Your voice is a warm murmur slurring exhausted syllables, listing
off this-one-time-I phrases that overlap our Venn diagram lifespans.
Unravel your history to me: your puzzle-piece memories, exclusive
vulnerability. Idle as they may seem, dormant inside a mind busied
with present needs, it is a pleasure to meet these Russian-doll mini
versions of yourself tucked inside the person you have grown to be.
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Bethany Cutkomp is a writer from St. Louis, Missouri. She enjoys catching chaotic vibes and bees with her bare hands. Her work appears in Split Rock Review, Poetry As Promised, Where the Meadows Reside, ballast, The Spotlong Review, and more. Find her on social media at @bdcutkomp.