Katrina Kaye
i stayed up
too late
nursing wounds
that can’t be seen
the rising sun is sharp
in the window
beckoning
for two hours
i linger
hidden in bed frame
and cotton sheets
skin tight
too many exposed nerves
not enough backbone
i want to
stay pinned
butterfly to board
preserved in
my solemnity
it is too much
to ask
must i rise
again
“must i” is previously published in Rabbits for Luck (2016).

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