the weather is turning and
I am trivial and timid inside of
this loud body, slowly peeling off
skins to show you all I keep inside
I am trivial and timid inside of
this loud body, slowly peeling off
skins to show you all I keep inside
the tide is turning and
I am hearing thoughts you do not
speak, slowly sifting through
the clues you give away
the clock is ticking and
I am stroking the hours with
my fingertips and tongue, carving out
space for you inside my chest
the truth is floating and
I am as wise as I am careless
this softness is sustenance, and
this tenderness has teeth
©11.27.2023 heather brager
