Ben

Quiet, heavy, solemn.
Sandy Hair.
Struck.
Frozen.
Moving, but still.
Calm, Muddy, Grey seas.
Particles in my toes.
Drops in my pink skirt.
Scruched at my feet.
no. wait.
clinched in my hands!
(knuckles burning white)

i worry about my legs.
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what do they look like?

but snap happy he goes.

a living reminder.

he made everything new.
and reminds me daily: we are free.
of gravity

i felt watered.
a singing tree.

next time: i shall ask him.
and if we live in canada.
we'll go skating on the ice.

our silhouettes
are quiet
i'm no longer a skeleton
because, not, allowed.