Elasticity 

I want to love him now

(they speak, truth 

falls 

in spite of fear), when  

details curl and fold like 

sharpening spirals. 

I hear the bad it taps tap taps me. 

My belly bloats. 

It pops. 

It goes away. Like that. It’s easy. 

Then I can love him. 

Though he’s away, the small, 

my life 

before me. Who was I then (I’m 

small) 

almost unseen by God (everything 

seer). 

I’m tired from play. Of hearing 

nothing. I know only what’s 

True now. Life’s elastic. 

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