Lovers at Scale
I don't mean to knock things over
Lovers at Scale
Positioning the plates is a delicate act, a gesture of bravery. I don’t mean to knock things over, but more often than not, I do, my fingers unfamiliar with the scale of things. In the basement he plays tiny, tiny records somehow fashioned with actual grooves. Who knows how he found me where there's no front door; where the red rotary phone cannot hold a bell. Yet here we are: clumsy giants treading over thin, felt rugs, measuring outlooks to hang curtains salvaged from inherited scrap. Where all that's left to do is to live it up in this old doll's house. As gently as we can.
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