windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

emergency room

i asked because i felt i needed to ask to rub her feet. “that would be wonderful.” 49 times together around the sun, we’re just getting to know one another.

huh?

over seven billion share your species. chances are good that one is engaged in a similar activity in this very moment. what is this one like?

the task at hand

Night after Thanksgiving: I hesitate to do the dishes Not because of the work involved but for fear of washing away the memory of the precious moments they were balanced in the hands of friends

timing

vital as it is, when drawn at the wrong moment, the breath, it kills you

admonition I

magical thinking, intuition. compare and contrast, forever