Family
I am still tethered to my family.
My spirit is inconsolable.
I left my powers at home.
So I tremble in my sleep.
Each day turns less urgent.
But I still wonder if my family just…
Tumbled happily away from me.
I fear the glass that separates us cannot be touched-
Or it will turn to brick.
Which is how I feel when the phones disconnect.
A week is a week is a week…
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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