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Healing Sills
I twitch with dripping sinks and pace with every sweep Please, I can barely breathe between the standing sheets of clothespin daydreams and undercover shrinks constantly pleading begging me— “stay” Or maybe every spun thread stretches softness to tattered edge and opens eyes and ears and mouths to command a whole new leveling From there, what happens to every second determines how much consuming you will make me Of Course It begins with a shift // Clicking turns to breaking / turns to wearing the same path / like new // but remembering too many forks is jarring / for half a following // The sun lifts a spoon / pooled with promises to the passerby / and bids a welcome sign / “It’s real. Trust us.” // What sky vees in two? // But what about the ones who can’t fly? // Conditions didn’t say / but soiled hands do // “Brake after six splits. Call it a day. Tomorrow. And then again.” // One day presents old wrapping / sliced and remade / plated for consumption / dying for a second taste // Resting just below the fence / is the finish line // Does She Ask Who I Am? originally published in Rhythm & Bones Lit Issue 6: Love I know my place Keep me centered and I’ll make this ledge a home Okay? I don’t need half Just a taste You will belong in everything I know Painted with care Flat and unassuming Always colorful You see yourself I see you She sees you What color are my cheeks? Her curls? Your heart? Bio: Kiley Lee is a Pushcart nominated poet and artist, with work in multiple publications and exhibitions across the United States. She’s from Almost Heaven, West Virginia, and loves staring at the clouds. She tweets @kileylee_. Find more of her work here: https://linktr.ee/kileylee
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