a small softness
poem
is the softest word I know.
it is all round edges and breath,
lips pressed against lips that return again
for another kiss.
it is malleable into anything,
tinfoil ball pressed into a heart,
clay slabs molded beneath steady hands,
exhale in the shape of a song.
poem
is the softest word I know.
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Moments Belonging to No One: A National Poetry Month Chapbook
PoetryApril is National Poetry Month, and I have decided, in honor of the month, to write 30 poems for each of the 30 days. A lot happened in my life throughout this month. Mostly what I wrote about was heartache, breakups, exhaustion, and the way life mo...
