I reach into my bag. My fingers fumble until they wrap themselves around cold silver. The “how are you?” rattles in my brain. Silent deliberations spin- I’ll scoop from the sugar. Teaspoon to my forearm, I press the well-worn edge right into the skin. Pinch, and my freckled grains settle. I raise my small offering, “I’m doing well, just headed home from work.” Already several steps departed, we say goodbye. My grains are scattered by breeze.
I lower myself into static, warm vanilla air as I finger the fresh, vulnerable pock-mark on my arm. The passenger door opens, and my vanilla whisps coil around the creamy florals from her hair. “How was work?” My fingers locate my measuring cup. “It went well! But I’ve had a lot on my mind today.” We begin ladling from the gut- where the flour, sugar, and salt tends to mix. I try to scoop delicately around bones and vital organs, though her eyes heavy my careful hand. A peck on the forehead to say goodbye. We take heaps of each other with us, even as our vanilla and florals untangle and depart. As I lift myself out, I throw a glance at my measuring cups and spoons strewn across the passenger’s seat and close the door. As I climb the stairs, my shoulders relax. Faint notes from outside grow into full-bodied strums as I cross our threshold without needing the key. I peel off my shoes, purse, and bra like old parchment paper. I take his guitar and replace it with myself, precariously sideways. His arms soften to my form, and our giggling settles like bubbles on the pavement. “How was your day?” My fingers twitch, curling only to remember that cold silver is irrelevant here. He already holds my entire self right in his arms—indistinguishable. No boundaries, no deliberations, no teaspoons. I let my body slope over him, spilling even the bitter baking soda pockets. He holds my arms full of sugar and my shoulders where the salt gathers.
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