Willing (willing.underwood)

Resident Since: 2007-08-30 (16 years, 7 months ago)

FOR DAWN
At night we practice
a mythological world.
My hands, like hairless
squirrels, scamper across
limbs, trunk, breasts, lips.
Fingers form a syntax
understood by wind
and leaves. I forget
the eagle’s wisdom
and death coiled
like a snake. I forget
the morning, my eyes
adjusting to your light.
Finally, this is what
keeps me alive

When we find the lost, it's because we're lost ourselves.

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