This is a moment in
the throes of recovery.
In an attempt to mend,
to collect crushed shells
left to rot on the beach
and form them back together,
to recreate something whole,
I creep on hands and knees across
tousled bed sheets
to where you sit reading a book
and lie my head on your body,
purring into the flesh of your thigh
before sickness reclaims me.
Before I regress,
In only minutes,
the tide will drag me into
the ocean of broken back.
The heave of stomach
will turn me from your scent.
will bubble under your supple touch.
But for this moment,
I rest my head upon the circuitry of your body,
listen to your voice read of rabbits and waterships,
your thumb strokes the bone of my cheek,
and count each lick of my body’s fall
“Recovery” is previously published in Catching Calliope Vol 2, 2014 and my verse…(2014)..
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