It’s like he’s in a cave.
He can’t leave the cave.
But sometimes he can
come up far enough
to see the light.
And sometimes I can
go down to where
I’m still not afraid.
And we meet for a time.
It’s like he’s in a cave.
He can’t leave the cave.
But sometimes he can
come up far enough
to see the light.
And sometimes I can
go down to where
I’m still not afraid.
And we meet for a time.
Not her flab
smacking the tile
but the constriction
of her heart
from the laughter
that followed
You can’t even count them.
with a promise of patience
than sticking the afflicted
with a fix they can’t use.