A few of my new poems written throughout my day:
Here, we call “conversation”
. glare glance glaze over
. conventions of conflict
. go between lines and find
with no resolution
. unyielding unlonged-for
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Wince hollow echo bloom
. these brief pauses
when thought dissipates into sound
We ought to just—
. if you—
. breathless, indignant
. holding space—