This is bigger than a bread box



,
smaller than the sky. Deeper
than our darkest hour
-glass wishes and sunken-sorry
stars. It’s more silent than the
chalk dust vanishings of our new found
fears. This is celebrated eyelash
flutter. This is weary-of-worry will,
and all the heartbeats in be
-tween. This is the baker’s
flowered hands and the vinter’s
spill. This is every
(thing)
……..(sting)
(song)
I am.

Sighed. Sealed.
Delivered
straight to you.

Shhhhh.
It’s a secret,
really. But here’s a hint:
it’s nothing new.

 

..
In November, we poem. {This is the one with all the prompts.} 

 

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1 Response to This is bigger than a bread box

  1. Shawna says:

    That game is so much fun — 21 questions.

    I love your line breaks!!!

    “fears. This is celebrated eyelash” … Fierce, this is celebrated eyelash.

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