world-weighted and weary
with the scoliosis of Atlas
she grasps hope in gnarled fingers
like roots in parched earth
as sweat salt paints ocher lines
on burnt sienna skin
before the desert was the sea
before the mirage of a shining beacon
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
lessons
the thing you thought came easy
stays uneasy
and fucks off hard
the thing hard won
settles in
and becomes furniture
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