Tagged: flex

my six aunts and

my six aunts and
uncle gather around
grandma’s hospital
bed, allowing
the performance of
procedure to overtake the
art of living.
Their hands
are collectively
tied in the pursuit
of individual
blamelessness.

grandma looks
on, one against
six, a tube down
her throat, mindful
of cumulative losses.

as in every
situation, time
flexes its
muscles, taunting us
to hold on or let go
while duty,
devotion, and rivalry
measure us for both
.
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we warm up for that

we flex a bit

we flex a bit
to embrace the
moments that
need embracing,
sometimes longing
for a simple release
.
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secrets hide

secrets hide
in abandoned things,
grow into
stories that know how
and when to flex
their muscles,
and wait
for a sign,
an off-the-cuff,
maybe accidental
mention
.
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