Zoom
For five minutes
I was talking
to your ceiling.
There was
nowhere else
to look.
You said:
anywhere else
but here.
I don’t know
how to do it
how to
break down
my breath
and take
the next one
how to dig
beyond the
bottom
how to
say the next
thing and
the next
All I
know
is this
moment,
listening
to this
talk of
heaven
not seeing
your face.
Just stay
on the
line
please.
Image: Alexander Andrews on Unsplash
April 8, 2021
#NaPoWriMo2021 no. 8
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