How if you touch it's horn,
it shrinks--
not to be so sensitive.
But it's like the way I don't notice until a
droplet of sweat has already formed,
popped through skin.
Like the midday sun beating our heads--and we stalk slabs of shade--
the light throbbing through me.
He said a two pointed needle gets no sewing done,
that it's a problem with my mind.
And in the night, the army of insects advance.
2 comments:
Hi Jennifer!
I loved this!!!!! I see it in my life too and I'm going to print it and keep it with me to read throughout the day.
Are you and Keith feeling well? I hope your last week is all that it needs to be for you both.
Miss you and can't wait to see you when you're home!
Love, Ryan
ry, that is so sweet! i'm so glad you liked it! see you soon! love j xxoo
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