a wealth of wet remembering

I wake up with dreams of 

grief wet symphony 

of silence 

my body 

relaxing 

releasing 

steeping into a 

wealth of wet remembering

wet thyme water 

many the bones 

in my feet 

ache & scratch 

against the cold floor 

cold floor fire 

held something in my hips 

a performance that is not a 

performance but vulnerable 

can i suggest? 

can i suggest? 

can i suggest an active response 

to a fleeting desire? 

hold yr ground 

and watch it pass 

thru 

yr skin 

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