Broken Fingers

It was an accident an unintentional
Resignation, a bout of bad
Timing over a late exchange,
Not necessarily taking risks but
An obligation to believe in consequence,
And I spent the entire walk eating
Gravel roads and paint lines
Hoping to digest a sense of purpose and
Faced a fear of being curb stomped blood
Set asunder like a Rorschach image found
Resolution in fading rivers of the body
Dissolving into earth

Bare feet broken branches
Bending over train tracks and an
Echo or ripple caresses velvet promises-
Beyond blue sky the moon glistens
Tender meditations from the surface of
Clandestine bodies of water-
Snuffing out vestiges with weighted cotton
Sleeve archives, impartial injury the damage a smile
Can heal teeth flickering so lively of amethyst and river beds-
Of all places one can get lost

We sipped on coffee
Nursing saliva to wine
Laid back spine pressed
Against floral constellations
Breathing oh, happenstance here
Then there and I could
Be enveloped by all the distances
You’ve never been to

making pinky promises with fair shared
vistas writing a noun and leaving
nothing more to interpret,
the spectral beating of our evaporating heart
Is all that we can hope to accomplish

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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