it’s only matter if it matters
and even a star can get pulled
out of shape by the weight of living
and eventually
everything rusts
(except plastic) and you
can bury your heart
in the landfill of everything
but you will still
hear it beating
in corners
boxing
you in
and you’ll just keep thinking
you win
you win
you win
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 28
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
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April 28th, 2015 at 1:52 pm
This is more enigmatic than most, but I love the imagery you employ.
April 30th, 2015 at 12:02 am
I would love to hear you read this, Kelly ~