Written this afternoon at BookTree in Kirkland.

Words leave objects
for me to trip over

The more I write, the more I fall
until I am a living bruise—
purple, black, and sickly yellow

A tender mark
where I used to be
were it not for all the words on the sidewalk

(15 December 2018)

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