Day 19 What touch are you grateful for today?

by a. noelle

t o u c h

hammers pound an old

tin roof to mask the chill of

a calm, quiet morn

this pregnant space, full

of the breaths we share, whispered

tiny puffs of fog

standing with your pants

around your ankles, talking

about climate change

rushing to the check-

out counter, sneaking the last

giant soft pretzels

my head on your chest,

your lips nibbling my brow,

a bunny grooming

squished into your neck,

between your scruff + shoulder,

your shiver, your strength

your milky bicep,

smooth underside flushing red

with tiny teeth marks