Lines lengthen, deepen — I see they are beautiful,the spaces within
It frightens me how easily I can find pain.
My heart is heavy with an empty griefFull of words unsaid and things undoneFor moments we’ll never haveAnd chances for those moments…
You tell me one night, as we walk home: I am broken. No matterhow much I flourish, there is trauma in my bones. I…
In my childhood friend’s backyard I saw:
dramatically supercilious eyebrowarched in a call to a battle of wits — grins twitch,satiation within grasp
a story about community
Albeit unintentional. That is, I did not plan it but that seems like an apt title for my story.