“love”

love has to be something
it is always old or impossible or
new and scathing,
too much to carry,
“holding breath”.
yours hasn’t been
born yet -
you are sitting on eggshells,
waiting for the first peck
will you know how to feed it
this time
mine’s grown up and gone off
on its own
it barely writes but i know
it’s alive out there
i have a few postcards [...]

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