December 13

comments 6
poetry

ICU days
line draws

and scrawled
fishbones

sweet jesus
overheard

we stop
at each door

each door
a threshold

sunlight today
but frosted glass

a curtain drawn
for privacy

opacity
for if it comes

to pass
this is a shore

if anything
a great big blank

the lung’s
secret space

and the blood
singing wrong

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