On Writing

Poem 228 – Spool


cursive sentences
connected by sighs
when pulled & stretched
could roll into the world’s
largest spool –
worry-wood wrapped
in the thread of my living

I miss her

such a collision of sounds
these letters of undoing
spell my story of stitches
hemming edges that
desire an end beyond
this body

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