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accidentally in love - devon webb



The first morning of your return 

I hear you singing in the shower 

& I can’t help but live-tweet the allusions 

how accidentally 

you belong with me my sweetheart 

how you give me a reason to be a woman 


I already know darling 

I already know before it’s out there in the open 

call it instinct 

or foreshadowing or 

inevitability 

nothing keeping us apart but a bedroom wall 


Till the wall’s not there anymore 

& we’re hitting 4.20 

watching all my favourite movies 

you laugh 

& recite them 

from memory


Take me to the beach babe 

with vodka soda in a thermos & 

your hand there to guide me 

I snap your picture 

when you’re not looking 

honey you’ve soaked up the sun 


That night we stretch out 

the longing even longer 

& when you eventually ask for a kiss 

I turn around & face you 

spinning so quick you can taste the 

whiplash on my lips 


Like the wind we 

walk right into 

I cling to you 

down streets I’ve never known 

that somehow feel like home 

is this what it means to be unalone 


The way everything feels so much more possible 

the way everything is so big & so intimate simultaneously 

when we venture out into the world

but we’ve got our own right here 

a world, inside a world 

inside expansion 


How I could call this forever:

just here in the kitchen 

with the ocean our companion 

& two cats with wide eyes 

looking at us as we look at each other 

with almost disbelieving adoration 


If I could have chicken parm, 

a cocktail & a kiss 

every night for dinner for the 

rest of my life I’d call it bliss 

honey those hands of yours 

they never miss 


Honey those nangs of yours they fucking hit 

honey we’re floating & 

what the fuck is groundedness 

if we slip from the sky 

there’s a spa pool right outside 

& gravity no longer exists 


& this whole sunset it’s for us babe 

this whole fortnight instant history 

that red & blue strewn across heaven 

the way everything explodes when we touch 

the way every second with you is so much

but also never enough 


How I’ve always been alone but now 

even a moment of your absence aches 

how accidentally 

I am now half of something whole 

how I wish time would stop 

how I count every minute 


That very soft ticking of your watch 

keeping time when we’re together 

how I hope to unspool that forever 

how the world will follow after 

as I melt under blue skies 

into you. 





Devon Webb (she/her) is a writer & editor based in Aotearoa New Zealand. Her award-winning work has been published extensively worldwide & revolves around themes of femininity, vulnerability, anti-capitalism & neurodivergence. She is a staff writer for Erato Magazine & Pulp Lit Mag, an editor for Prismatica Press, & a founding member of The Circus (@circuslit), a collective prioritising radical inclusivity within the indie lit scene. She can be found on social media at @devonwebbnz.

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