Sutured Infirmity
Gripping the meteor,
both hands for dear life
Expelling, compelling,
less heat and more light
Afraid to let go,
knowing what it will mean
My pen to go dry
—my heart not to bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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