h grace boyle
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read
24 infinities of joy (detail). h grace boyle

worn

The days wear me thin like that pair of pants

too long

No hem or roll

my heel catching

stepping on the fabric time and again

And again

wearing the thread network down to single, raggedy strands

who can only trail through the dirt and dust and debris on the ground

until they are finally set free

I pull myself, by the hardest, to the next day

Fatigue feels

stone feathers wispy

How does that make sense?

Just not sure

Too tired to tell

and worn

Poets Unlimited

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h grace boyle

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sculptor with a chemistry degree who writes a bit

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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