July 17

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Take this doubt,
I’m tired of carrying it–

which is not to say
that any part of this

feels wrong, more
that my heart

at times gets
unhinged

as the moth
bruising its wings

against this glass-paned door–
Give me time and coolness

and empty evenings,
a half-moon, faint stars–

I’ll find my way back,
again, you know this

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6 Comments

  1. pensiveandallthatjazz says

    “More that my heart at time gets unhinged, as the moth bruising its wings” Favorite.

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