grails

amid ongoing hush

we shared real questions in imagined time
meaning everything we made there was
unfinished & blood is no fiction it learns
drop by unsparing bird through intractable
dawns singing feathers shrunk to fit tongues
to then expand to swallow us whole into
carrying we carry on like this & sing

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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