a grumpy gift: Another Bird, Rising — O at the Edges

Another Bird, Rising The shadow behind you slides over the ceiling, up and gone, a wingless silence. The drafted swirl. One morning shifts into two, and still you won’t give in, each moment’s gasp another one earned, a measurable notch on the table’s edge, quarters in the magic purse. They all count. Pills, chemo, radiation. […]

via Another Bird, Rising — O at the Edges

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