Poetry

Michelle A. Ladwig

When Words Fail

Because my body

is a wall

that needs mending,

I nod

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He will lay rock upon

stone slick layer

of white

in the space

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By the moonlight

his body

cocks high

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I watch. He fumbles.

He does not know the word for

             1.    the thaw has cut the stone
             2.    moss in the damp
             3.    tremor in the creek

Michelle A. Ladwig is recently discovering her new wings. She likes them a lot.
She also likes really sharp #2 pencils, hanging upside down, cycling, the color yellow, and doing brave and moderately stupid things. She enjoys dancing, loud music, and stands by all things #MCID.