I miss Thursday due to granite growing
from my right rib, cragged and grey the way
some rocks are, sharp and bearded, tres
Godly -- like I used to think God rolled.
Boulders crush my dreams consistently:
Rock v. Mouse since 1993.
Wasps and butterflies, my audience,
Float and sting and make me question Chance.
And overall it's difficult, agreed?
Strangled into life repeatedly,
Some of us grow stronger, some retract.
Baby hearts in NICU flash erractic
Measures on the monitors. Nurses
gather close and pray to end this curse.
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