After not writing much new poetry while I’ve been stuck in Revision Land, it’s been a veritable explosion of fresh material here!
Okay, so it’s been a couple poems. But still! That’s something.
Here’s one that I wrote yesterday.
contraptions stubbornly sensual, hands reach to caress - lips pout to kiss & find only empty space filled with air & questions. think of that: emptiness filled. an artless definition of love or a crude state of being? all of us, empty & filled in various ways - jury-rigged apparatus on the verge of catastrophe, asked to bear “just a little bit more”