I’m content to neglect
my willpower’s fracture,
and let bacteria grow
in a scabbed up suture,
because I face planted dirt
(and blinked back moisture)
trying to live with conviction
that limps like a creature.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
I’m content to neglect
my willpower’s fracture,
and let bacteria grow
in a scabbed up suture,
because I face planted dirt
(and blinked back moisture)
trying to live with conviction
that limps like a creature.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
