~approaching self-reproach

She is cool, wonderful artist.


I wrote a letter and pretended to
send it

an attempt to personify the broken beat beneath
my rib bones
rationalize how the azaleas must wait while I
orchestrate this burn

draw back my breath
and scatter confessions to a graveyard

as if confetti could calm the air

don’t apologize for leaving

the sentence would only lie restless
in my palm
until fingers hinge and curl
and knuckles become a white tourniquet

only the discoloration will remain

Β© Β lori hamilton

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