poetry, Uncategorized

Swaying like a drumbeat

There is something missing

When I woke up my chest was swaying like a drumbeat

I kept my hands steady and kneading

Into the blanket in front of me

But I can’t remember where I put my prints

Because my fingers are unable to type

And they need that map

So others can understand

 

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