Monday, January 22, 2018

bend like a willow.



with an echo in the chamber
let go of loss, its empty space is not
a foundation, the notches carved
across your breastbone are not
the only way to hold space

dispel the value you have
tied to his verses, his mouth will tell
tales, memories will twist knots
around your wrists, the spaces between
will creak and moan with each exhale

stop leaving breadcrumbs
let him find his own way, tracing back
from north to south, you were not his
woman standing in the doorway, as the
moon dove deep inside the mirror




© 1.22.2018 heather brager

Zdzisław Beksiński

1 comment:

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