Calling A Name That’s Lighter

24 Aug

Hello spaces
You will get filled with something
Sort of like plastic
Soaking up toxins
If I don’t keep you

These new unplanned places
Like tiny caves in my head
In my heart
What will I grow there?

How will I keep my breath in you
Blowing out the bad air
In with the good air
Blessing the growth
That is me.

I must remind myself
To do this, lest sorrow remind me
Of other projects.

Old sorrow, she will live
In the soil of this tremulous lacuna
Waiting for direction of rot.

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