Friday, May 05, 2023

remembering

sometimes it takes me all night
to  believe in myself
the buckling swirling sweetness
of time a delusion
I believe in stories the dark tells
plots strange as stars 
whole galaxies of grief and strife
open sleepless portals
to ghosts who listen to questions
with growing hunger 

2 comments:

Gillian said...

Very sad.

Sarah said...

oooooh I love the growing hunger of ghosts

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