from under the belly of the bridge
I arrive like wonder
like a wound
flickering like prayer or heartbeat
remembered, returned,
and restitute
surely, it must be true that others
too, climbed language like
a promised land
Every night before he leaves for work, Big A has taken to reminding me to let go my feelings of overhwhelm and weltschmerz and focus on the ...
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