here where lightning strikes
in a loss, that gravely sits
on a feather boat made by shaky hands
I always have so much to say
when looking back at silence
I always have so much to erase
when looking back at speech
but in the little spaces, and cracks
among tiny specks of dust
I sit, pulling at the buttons
opening and closing a zipper
with joints that ache for answers
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC
here where lightning strikes
in a loss, that gravely sits
on a feather boat made by shaky hands
I always have so much to say
when looking back at silence
I always have so much to erase
when looking back at speech
but in the little spaces, and cracks
among tiny specks of dust
I sit, pulling at the buttons
opening and closing a zipper
with joints that ache for answers