It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week

The I In It

Flare and Falter

some days
are like going
home, demands

on memory
and other days
as light as rain.

easy, but
even rain
leaves its mark.

like a mother’s
tears, weeping
with no end

or beginning.
skin has
memory

and some scars
rise up
like saints

and demand
reverence

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