NaPoWriMo, April 15

I looked up —

had typed the word

“Love” but didn’t remember


It’s the word I write

in cursive

in the air

with my finger

in the bath

for no reason.


It’s the thing we crave

when we don’t realize

how much of it

we already have inside

spilling out of our fingers


in missives

and massages

and meals.