Have another pill

17 Sep

Seized inside, a crimped


thrown out, tossed.


That smothering fear

custard like up my legs

into my chest holds firm

ribbons of steel on my arms

defenses that scream “it’s fine”


fail and fail and fail.


A heart can stretch. And return. And stretch,

only so many times, like old denim, destined to rip

fall to pieces in our fingers, no matter how much

we loved.


Leaving us stunned and numb

forgetful of last week, last

year, last whenever

seeing only what’s before us,

wondering if it’s what we need after all.


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