The Hutch
Nov 28, 2022
The love that was never mine was just beyond reach, around the bend, in the crook of the corner of maybe, possibly, I’ll get back to you. Knowing (one always knows), that love was not negotiable, it came with the house or stayed locked in a shed like a rabbit, fed but not touched or seen or even necessarily wanted, beautiful in its longing, its hope in goodness, its faith in human kindness. Beautiful, in its undying refusal to bury its innocence.
LBM 11/28/2022
