To challenge myself as a writer, I compose and write one poem a day every year during National Poetry Month.
Let there be
burnt relics of me
to compost, to rake
into the earth.
Mingle these ashes
in milkweed.
Let worms burrow
through (not in) me.
Let me be
spun
into a silk,
of my own
new creation.
A photo that wasn’t supposed to be taken, a snapshot off kilter demands self compassion, the crepey neck lines the broadness of a fac...
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