insomnia poem #1

it’s funny,

how when they look at each other

each is so sure that they

are the lucky one


with her form compressed

of gunpowder and ballet shoes


body woven together of

bandages and empty quivers

both with bones

that have been weakened and snapped

and twisted until they poke at

unsettling angles outside their

thin thin soft soft casings,

until they learned how to mend them back

into supporting structures full of

hairline fractures and

missing pieces-


(for them),

each miss the pieces

the other has and when they stand

so close by the other’s side

it is like they are one whole person



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