Monday, January 14, 2019

January

I keep on feeling my thoughts
You too?
It's a knife--
in the shape of a puffy heart.

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My child is grandmother's.
Her child,
my mother--
serenades every sunrise.

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I sit here, the sun sets too
an earthling,
lost on earth, 
feeling the slide of inertia 

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