Stumbling with a Spring in My Step

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A/N: Apr. 17, 2021. This poem was first published on Aug. 11, 2020. I decided to merge both collections.


My sister called that morning

I couldn't remember the last I heard her voice

Sing-song but with an edge

Honey spills from lips split by heartbreak


Attentive to her lows and highs

How her speech outpaced her breaths

I consoled her in perpetuity, but a

staticky crescendo prevailed


That final click of the receiver

cemented what I already knew.

How could I be so stagnant?


So I decisively attack at the root

Brows teased and pulled

Lashes traced and preened

Moorish wisps of hair trickle down 'til

the face reflected back at me

coyly forces a smile—


My lips part toothily in return


I step out the door with all

my envy tied back in a taut bun

She'll be okay, I whisper

Biting through the stinging April air

I'm okay.

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