If you go my eyes will swiftly shatter my tongue unoiled by your easy lips will rust tight my skin will dust the ground in a flurry of white lament my fingers lose their memory my body dangling from you shrill absence will knot and fray and how will I grapple the raging room? Copyright 2015 by Mike Maggio
Thanks for sending this poem, Mike.
It seems to hold a lot of stress, uncertainty. I needed it today. Maybe I’m reading myself into it.
A very old.poem bit one I always liked