go
on go on
belief in holding
some acceptance in the hand
is best done
now
before the words are
paginated set
and fingers crush the
stories into shapes
guts up hard
against their spines
before the other phantoms
loom pressing into
spaces sought for
making lists
fears oppress distress
the birds fly south with
dis
belief it looks you
in the eye
a sky above
blue sea here soil
the hand you hold
the sleep
carried-on belief
no thought but that
it’s you
That's excellent, Kerri. Would love to hear you read it someday.
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