He bends to a shape

he can manage. One

he can fit into

a pocket and ignore

the blood clots

and broken bones

that brought him here.

He knows his mistakes;

yet, decides to stay–

one place being the same

as another he finds

after so many years

pushing along his edges

like a bird in an egg.

(December 14, 2019)

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