Write Hope Without Saying Hope

The dentist asks me to help 

widen the opening of my mouth

with a pair of rubber pulls.

*

Much of our time in this world

is blinking up at something too bright

or resting between breaths.

*

Yesterday, it made me happy 

to know  words still made my heart 

race, my fingers turn the pages.





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