I think you should e-book a chapbook called ‘Of course…’ .
of course,
the things we know are fleeting.
I’ve always understood that much.
and while inside I’ve held my breath,
I’ve never lacked the oxygen to connect.
“I’ve skirted worse”
I constantly assure myself-
I’ve lifted more from deeper lurches.
I know with every peach there is a pit
and in it,
lie our dormant curses.
– sc





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