i water my roots with your sorrow;
no band-aid could ever stick
to the honey dripping from my legs.
-- you stumbled into my pool
i caught you, but it doesn't mean
i'll hold you forever.
we're objects in motion
we'll stay in motion
until bellies fill on our roots
taper off into ash
a nothingness
to remember.
~ jessica m. wilson
5/24/13
a mind swirled
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