reply

By | 16 August 2019

I send the message, waiting
waiting
read

restless
a bramble of thorns
underneath my skin
and then

a bouncing ellipsis

·..
.·.
..·

like manna rained down
a reply

a sunbeam
struck down to the earth
plunged into my sternum
to hold up the sky

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