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The tilt of a hip
The arc of an arm like a wing
Gravity is powerful. The constancy of gravity is powerful.
There’s something so perfect, to him, about being held from behind while standing. Strong arms around him. In the shower, water rushing over their pressed-tight bodies and down. Feeling the pull as he is held, safe. Rafael, he says to himself, you are falling. And there is someone to catch you.