Wednesday, April 6, 2022

[I’d speak if I wasn’t afraid of inhaling] by Fanny Howe

[I’d speak if I wasn’t afraid of inhaling]

 
I’d speak if I wasn’t afraid of inhaling
A memory I want to forget
Like I trusted the world which wasn’t mine
The hollyhock in the tall vase is wide awake
And feelings are only overcome by fleeing
To their opposite. Moisture and dirt
Have entered the space between threshold and floor
A lot is my estimate when I step on it
Sorry can be a home to stand on so
And see far to: another earth, a place I might know



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