Daily Archives: April 10, 2012
(a Fib) We etch our names in your skin, and you hold them strong, longer than we hold each other.
(after Theordore Roethke) I broke from that low place breathing a slower breath, cold, in my own dead salt; for these pseudo-pneumo lungs have worn too thin, can no longer hold this thing, this retched in and out, this rising … Continue reading
Do you see me? I am oak, standing tall and strong and waiting for you, lifting limbs to heaven for your safety, wisdom. As you try out your still wet wings, I stay, and pray for thick skin, soft hearts … Continue reading