If Moons Collide by Tommy Dean
"Can’t you feel it? There are moons between us, pulling us closer."
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
"Can’t you feel it? There are moons between us, pulling us closer."
the river won’t ask this woman holding the bench’s arm why she thinks she might float away any second.
Was she smiling because she was happy or did someone tell her to wait for the flash, to stay still and pretty and small?
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