tiny sparks
By Daisy Dai
love hits me so unexpectedly
like that spark you get when you
rub your finger on a fuzzy blanket
the wrong way
that tiny white light of electricity
between your finger and the fur
it stings for a millisecond
not enough to hurt you
just enough to make you notice
it’s quick. it’s easy. it’s painless.
and it makes me feel alive
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