Recur(ring)

Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Jan 21, 2025

In dreaming eyes

I dug

my fingers beneath my ribs

to tear away and find

What? I did not know

I clawed

In skillful strokes

my face from bone knowing that

I had to know

And what it would cost

A tree (yew) grew

through my heart and where

the blood touched down from its bows

there was fruit and bright buds

I still don't know

Why I can't help the tears

anymore

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