you cannot fold a flood.

You cannot fold a flood*
any more than find words for
loss

my sorrow is feral
un-tameable
un-nameable

Every floorboard holds
your imprint, every corner.
Shadows move, dark, pace
midnight, 4am, dawn
you, you and you, again.

 

[some words for Mina]

[title and first line from a poem by Nick Flynn.]

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