I have to let the chaos out
to count them.
They feel familiar,
faces of friends from childhood.
Old, un-named anxiety rising,
a little shame &
astonished bewilderment:
am I just now continuing?
Is it too late?
Where lines happen.
I have to let the chaos out
to count them.
They feel familiar,
faces of friends from childhood.
Old, un-named anxiety rising,
a little shame &
astonished bewilderment:
am I just now continuing?
Is it too late?