And I thought, thank god
my heart walks with bandaged calves
that it knows footprints from flesh
with the same bloody dressing.
Thank god it is a little broken
for light to filter through the cracks,
the way sunbeams dapple through blinds:
just enough to warm unheld skin,
just enough to tell darkness,
You can pull the curtains wide
open whenever you wish.
I am here
to dance with you.

This piece was first published in Meari Mag on December 23, 2024.

In Poetry

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