untitled poem from june 2023

[elisem]

familiar the bed's edge
how it dips as I sit to take my meds
it is wavy from hundreds of mornings

and photographers love stone stairs
worn into hammocks
from a thousand years of feet that know the way

but no one else knows
the empty place in my ear
where your voice still fits



- Elise Matthesen, june 2023

Comments

[azurelunatic]

<3

[sillylilly_bird]

That's lovely.

[vass]

<3

[lokifan]

Gorgeous