my shoulders wear like a stranger’s

knot across my back               sinews            my shoulders at their worst                I tear apart 

        at the news           my eyes torrent          my  heart  mourns            in all its places

                             no miracle                                no prayers answered    
                        
        I river                      I storm                             I white-water-rapid-roar

                 from dusk to morning                         until I’m gone             I’m silent         I’m numb

        if only I could ravage

drown to my destruction

                         go back to the day before conception

before my birth

                         my body never             my  body never                                    




so many nights                        falling

      falling              through

                falling             

                           down               stairs

                                      down               flights

                                              down               stories

after so much falling



how to rise                 

               for him

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