Parallel Universe

Photo: Alice Karayiannis

(full poem here)

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There is a sense that it’s endless — that
night, that space, that feeling of being
fast and free and warm and cold and
protected and near, that
it exists in some parallel universe, that
I could somehow reach out to it
again, the quiet intimacy of being
known for the first time while
being held against
a frigid night…
of knowing where I end, where
you begin.

                                                      Maiga Melbourne