4.10.2020 (a poem for us, for this dire moment)

shaky hands
my arrhythmia complete
over glass like waters
red instinct and blue spirit
this hoarse ribcage
and an oil all too familiar with
for the anointing
of the tremblers in the frost


Do you believe writing poetry heals anything? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this.

Published by J. Alejandro

I put things on paper. I also hit the REC button. I believe in you, and I believe in your work.

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