Cookie Sheet

There is something in the charity of
love, the unexpected, that is ruined
in the asking. We are not masked heroes
waiting on a cry for help, but pious
nuns, attending only to the humble,
refusing all impertinent requests,
giving not giving when it’s demanded.
It expands to all gestures—embraces;
passionate relations; end of workday
massages or baths drawn, candles lit and
room scented; breakfasts, lunches, dinners, and
desserts—anything that makes a life hurt
less. So long as it remains unexpressed,
unasked for, we give all our hearts and more.

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