Thursday, March 9, 2017

a short springy feeling

There's something about spring
the way your skin covers around it 
making the folds tight for the sun to arrive 

my right hand, itchy, 
fails me at touching back those 
that touch me

if I told my mother 
I would imagine her laughing 
with a sound so loud my ears will shake 

to the act that was once boiled on a grandmother's chest
that spring touching us is green, like money
like things used once and never fully 
left behind 

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