Osmosis
I study the ache that falls from your fingertips,
swim in the crest of your delusions,
and quarrel with the demons
you’ve created.
Right along side of you.
I hear the shake
between your bones,
that nervousness you
try to hide with wobbly
laughter.
You spill unto me,
as the gait of your
verse stumbles up
my spine;
retinas wince
under the weight of
every word.
Nothing has ever
been so hard to read,
but I cannot look away
from you.
We’ll get through this,
together.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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