by Michelle A. Ludwig
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.