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by Johanna May



Tonight I was ransacking the internet
For poetry,
My standards are: that I know
These are mere squiggles on a page
But it still shatters me..

Sometimes softly like your dawning smile
Waiting for mine first
Like I decide what scares you
Or make you laugh
How wide is the fence
I help you build around your heart..

Or maybe it does not make sense
Like throwing away everything
In utensil drawers but one type of spoon
Others make do with calluses
I still know how
Even if the callus is just a memory

I am in three places all at once:
1. In the wound of the world
Where I was born
2. Right here, where nobody
Sees me, peering from this mass they labelled "you"
3. Home, which whatever fate blessed me
With the certainty of its existence
But not the surety of its geography

12/02/2018

Posted on 12/02/2018
Copyright © 2019 Johanna May

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