…
we push and push
(and pushandpushandpush)
,
and then we pull our own hearts out
of our chests and watch them walk
around in the world
as if we do not feel every
beat, every booboo, every
ache. as if we do not still
see them
…..(grown, so grown)
across a crowded room
(can’t won’t don’t believe it)
and feel them
……..(tiny)
in our arms
and whisper,
that one’s mine.
..
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Oh this is goooood
Sent from my iPad
yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes
Every time, I read the title as “contradictions.”
This poem is fantastic.