things I've lost this year:
my dog
my grandma
my self
my love
*
(revisitations
aren't grievances
they are attempts
at recounting
the images
the heart holds
closest when
it is cold outside)
*
blindly go for the picture
record the song
write the words
ask why
you do it and wonder
why you did that
why you
caused the closest
things to explode
*
if this is remittance
then let this be remittance
for all these children
I have taken on
*
I want to be molybdenum
and all will add me
for fortitude
*
good
by(e)
31
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