Monday, December 05, 2022

from a distance

hope is heavy
her mouth is pulled out of shape 
with worry
          she thinks
          bruises are the sharp edge of love  
          in skin's own ink
but in the water
she floats, weighs nothing at all
it anchors her 
          to meaning
          she can break down in answers
          then drink it in 

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