Love

“When I love, it happens almost all at once.
It is inconsiderate, unrefined—
a child screeching in a supermarket.
It is a thunder clap.
It is a small village blackout.
It is Aphrodite rising from the sea foam, fully formed.”
— Salma Deera, The Graceless Matter of Loving
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