i have a poem

i have a poem
sitting on my tongue
like the eucharist
and it melts into my skin
even as i try to expel it

i want to let these tears go
but they stick to my cheeks
like icicles
that crack with my
forced smile

these words used to matter
but they’ve folded into themselves
a tesseract of grief
until they are


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