Open Hands
Your heart is so heavy
to hold
and cold
And my heart is a
study in contrasting hues
swelled up under
monochromatic touches
used as your pincushion,
but your heart
is so heavy
to hold.
Grains of Salt
I just
wish I could
spend all day
chasing squirrels
forgetting
slipping in and out of
consciousness
until the sky
is wounded
signaling my retreat
oh, how I wish.
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