Love letter # 506
What do you say when someone notices that you keep looking away?
I thought about lying. Instead, I just said, “Because it’s hard to look at you.”
What is it about the body – its presence, its lines, its promise – that obliterates other niceties?
I pushed the plate aside. “Not hungry?” you asked, and this time I lied. For I am wracked with pangs.
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