from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (14)
forgetting the pattern of fear
and doubt tangled about me
I fall out of sleep and remember
what parts of myself I need
–
to continue some resemblance
of the day the inessential shades
my ghosts as darkly as the essential
each shifts its position evasively
–
when questioned like a cat
slips through shadow and grass
(January 21, 2020)
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