On Writing

Poem 263 – Hinge

Hinge

I don’t know how to tell you this
to give you the number of times I’ve tried to say –
how the sounds wrap around my bones jagged coughing
it’s like…

the only thing I can be is hinged
connected but swinging

away

opening a gap that is finite with a brisk wind of
infinite apologies

each of them meaningful

I feel silly small significantly inside this nest of almosts

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