I Believe You, Poem.

…

When you say that you are
strong, and beautiful and wise
and sure. When you say that you are
not. When you fill the snow
with silence.

I believe
…….(in)
you, poem. I know
you can heal
the world with your
sylla
-bled breath, with your
long slow deaths, with your
clicks
and clacks.

I believe you
believe in me.

In my heart. In my stuttered
starts and slanted skew. In my too
too strong heart thrum,
in the scumbled mess of
all I am. I be

leave you
with these words:
spill.
refill.
……….be free.

 

 

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Written for Poetic Asides.