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                                              oh my little baby
                did some yoga and hurt my shoulder
                                went into shock and apologised
                                for wasting so much of

                                              our life

                                              I didn’t know
                                what to do couldn’t move (she has all the practical
                                              even when knot needed)
                                              but then she cried

                and it didn’t matter anymore I put my hand on her chest
                                                              (over-breathing)
                                              and breathed steady
                                without telling her to calm down

                                              she looked at me
                                              for the first time in days
                                and then she didn’t need the blanket
                                                              anymore

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & looking wormhole: ‘like a piece of ice on a hot stove / the poem must ride on its own melting’
breathing wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
C wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
holiday wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
life & love wormhole: letters to mum II – family // like a grate

 

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