my calendar fills
itself: gigs, rehearsals,
phone calls both
foreign and domestic
home in cellar
basement, underground dwelling
drawing more attention
takes more strength
like
treading cold water
shallow dead breaths
chatter teeth blue
black ocean gray
horizon slow and
distant, moving away
the earth moves
the water sways
there could never
be; this could
never be; holding
hands becomes a
dream, to feel
skin on skin.
a grasp, the
reassurance of safety.
grimm
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