kinetic like how my daughter starts dancing in her seat at the ballet the music, their bodies move her, still perched on my lap until I have to restrain hers to swish small fingers and legs just below the horizon line the dance of the sugar plum fairies made her limbs come alive kinetic like turns out that thing I said offhandedly 10 years ago in New York City burrowed into my sister, propped open a door that led to a summer spent practicing yoga instead and how she found a new energy in her hands that roared and vibrated when she held them over my body ten thousand miles later when I needed to be healed kinetic like how that card my friend sent when I was in a hole became a lifeline, when all I knew was not this she gifted me a mantra and in the absence of any solid thing I held onto that kinetic like how when we were traveling for work I used to administer her shots for IVF bore witness to that grief that birthed a boy so perfect we called him the people’s champ how had it not been for that run in with her friend from college on graduation weekend a million moons ago over spent pancakes we might never have even met
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