unruly

An Audio Micropoem

she presses her whole
body upon my heart —
I feel the heaviness of
her grief, the shame that
piles itself in one
place like a mass of
unruly clothes.

I am waiting to
fold her.

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Originally published via Medium.

*This piece is a small introduction for a set of published works that I have unlocked on Medium so they can be read by every user and not just paid subscribers.