the masochisms of love (she would to him again)

when she fell in love
again this time
she found herself
at the bottom of a hole

rectangular
large enough
to be a grave

she thought face down
dirt on her lips
imagining his hand slipping
beneath her shirt

to the small of her back
pulling them together
knowing dust herself off
she would to him again

—P.L. Thomas

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