as a survivor you drag around this fluid pause
there is space between your bones and
cartilage closes gaps of arthritic laughter
the permanence of this temporary condition
has settled deep inside my fingertips and hipbones
and the juxtaposition of the latter in plums and kumquats
never quite explains the trite bucket-seat of the carnival ride
and the grasp we continue to lose on all of reality . . . as a survivor
I’ve done this fanatic challenge before but this one’s worth a redo for sure!
Today is Day 2 of #OctPoWriMo join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!
Love and Ink,