Pretend the words don’t have enemies.
May they be beyond
as eyes are, as hills.
This thought consoles me today,
this lie. Let us say the words
into the whipping winds
of the place we live, and wait.
Pretend the words are not somebody
else’s leash. That you are not.
May they be beyond
as eyes are, as hills.
This thought consoles me today,
this lie. Let us say the words
into the whipping winds
of the place we live, and wait.
Pretend the words are not somebody
else’s leash. That you are not.
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