Sunday, January 8, 2012


Rolling up and down by day
My mind wrapping around this
Most recent move

Writing expels grief
A hole where my family was

Seeking connection with the world
Reaching out
But it slips through my fingers

So I keep moving
Waiting to run into it
Perhaps an accident of fate
Will make it stick
Bound together like two cars wrecked
In love

Alone not lonely
But longing
For warmth pressed
Behind me
As close as the peel of a banana
To its fruit
Melded and almost one
But separable

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