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by Brynn Dizack

trying to remember, what if,
trying to see three feet ahead,
what if
my mouth fills up with nails when i am walking to the shore,
spring shoes and slack tide
what if their mouth fills up with foam, what if
we forgot to put the food away, what if
anger comes disguised as sadness,
what if i am crossing and uncrossing my arms,
what if i can't remember how to tie a shoe,
what if the music is too loud, or too quiet, what if
their pain is horses, chincoteague wild,
waiting in the marsh, restless, galloping, whitewater, commotion,
heads just above the surface, gasping,
back door quieter,
shhhh what if
i let them down, what if
i let everyone down, what if their sickness fills up their body,
their sickness becomes the shape of their body,
suspended in water, covered in foam,
what if i am weeping, dropping nails,
searching the horizon for help,
frantically waving,
missing my keys,
missing my shoes,
what if


Author's Note: SRH

Posted on 02/24/2020
Copyright © 2021 Brynn Dizack

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/27/20 at 05:45 AM

Very intense read, compelling, wild, like the horses, I think. Thanks for this!

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