Mid-January 2025

It could be in a gallery, the one you waited in long lines 
: a work of art revered by all, and you wanted to touch it
but there was a line you weren't allowed or able to cross
there were others standing close by, but they disappeared
in the layers and ways your breath entered and held you
hostage to beauty and wonder and promise and the quiet
and just like that, your world shifted, and you understood
that sorrow seats itself in the layers that make up our skin

xo
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