Like ribs
of a broken umbrella
fingers are
just bone dressed
with a bite
of flesh, cold in
their independence
until hand finds
hand, those negative
spaces filled,
the always-wanting
comforted.
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Light The light has come, as it always does, when I wasn’t looking. I looked up and there it was. Unassuming in its presence, certain of it...
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