She throws me curveballs and crises like they’re tree limbs,
car parts, and siding that’s gotten ripped off.
She bats astonished eyes at me, says I never flinch.
I glance past her to all I’ve juggled before-
Lost keys, new jeeps, holes in walls, illegal rides,Read More »
Tag: coping mechanisms
Free Falling
I’ve been holding on tightly for dear
death,
holding on tightly for fear of what’s next,
holding on tight as I can,
but here
I g-Read More »
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