Sincerely
Use the word 'befall.' Take away
this netting, these gardening pots
with the drainage holes, these small square
days the size of calendar boxes; how each
sleep scores a line through the last,
thin and unfrayable as an eyelash. Lets not dodge
the branches as the forest runs towards us,
mark time by the near misses, loves that mend
sure as cuts sliced through shadow
by the waving hand. i'm done with healing
over like water heals above a sinking body.
(From 'The Air Year' by Caroline Bird)
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