Making a Lover

ava min | Spring 2024

in between spaces of meeting again
the uterus withers and the mother softens

and with a pencil somewhere
you unsmudge your girlhood

let me tell you this:
fighting fish,
and the tenderness of a school-green nape
our brothers refracting their fathers

“let me happen to you”

& etc.

(we do ourselves to one another)

in tomorrow, let me tell you,
I will love in repetition
and hyphens of setting realities