Saturday, October 31, 2020

Charades


it sounds like a daily hell, but it isn't 

though we die a thousand times


I can feel my heart used as a rattle 

right before I start our lullaby 

 

We're at once uncertain of tenderness

yet totally convinced of its ending 


bitterly tracing all my sentences 

to revolt, recovery, everything


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