I stumble into it, on it,
living room jumbled,
Lego under my foot—
dark because someone
actually turned off the lights.
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Once, I killed a fish.
More than once, if you count
the 22 goldfish I accidentally
overfed before the ick took over,
Sometimes, this is all I need:To sit, secure, with my palm on the throatof day. Press lightly on its pulse.Breathe in with it. Clench. Loosen. Unfasten the guessingof whether it is innuendo of rain,or just another wind speaking in futuretense. Stop beingso yesterday. So two minutes ago.So, “This is the start ofmy ending.” Quit projectinginhospitable
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favoring neither leg, nor whip, nor the hushof cajole (control)simply a horse whinny to make a country better than it is,kinderthan it thought it could bethat’s allthank youfor your timeKatherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright July 23, 2024, all rights reserved
