the music sways
your hands follow…
Category Archive: Tanka
pulled under,
only remedy is dodge sideways…
when I fall,
you are the pillow
to catch me, the trampoline…
moss covers the bridge
railings, could be spines…
you get stretched, you twist,
you get twisted, you stretch…
I’m having bad thoughts
and I don’t know how to shut…
Is it a poppy?
she asks,
and I wonder…
It’s simple
I see a carved chair leg
I imagine…
am mush
I am the salt
left behind…
do you ever hold still so long
you wonder if your toes
remember how to flex…
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