Kerry Cox Poetry: i’m not tiredi tell myself, unbelievingwide eyes bereft of...

kerrycoxpoetry:

i’m not tired
i tell myself, unbelieving

wide eyes bereft of claiming
innocence, mistletoe warnings

lasting until spring, until
the scent of frozen ground
gives way to the greener
grass of slaughter

still shoveling the smoke
from the stairways, i’m
not alone, i tell myself

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