black wings & blind angels-sapphire

 

“It’s me now being laid out on some big

board being ironed and folded, frozen

to a small red speck that turns black

in my chest which is a box closing.

Breath. Where to find breath.

Putting the phone down everything seems

so still and coming apart at the same time

a box in my brain opens and the one

that’s in my chest closes.” (14)

“you are

the bent spoon

of a broken

promise

you are the one

who can’t forget

but doesn’t

remember.” (48)

 

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