talking to grave stones. secrets
without voices
that make feeble
free moments of love
how do we dance
with no one's arms?
get jiggy with it, sure,
but who is there for
the dips and spins
Having holding things
without helping things
there is no
tapping out
there is trudging forward
barely
there is family
without the us
that defined
the family
wrap it all in comics pages
scads of scotch tape
crinkles and holes
and uncovered corners
dreams
of things to dream for
shame inside the whining
knowing there is so much there
to hold your hand
with nothing
to hold you up
isn't it the saying of the goddess of victory
Nike
Just do it.
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