when i do the math the
numbers scare me.
it's been a while since
i've counted.
they're really adding up
now.
two hands.
the two hands on the clock steadily moving forward.
almost three years of nothing.
suddenly nature remembers
it only counts up.
always dynamic.
never stagnate.
yet oh how I wish it was.
numbers scare me.
it's been a while since
i've counted.
they're really adding up
now.
two hands.
the two hands on the clock steadily moving forward.
almost three years of nothing.
suddenly nature remembers
it only counts up.
always dynamic.
never stagnate.
yet oh how I wish it was.
Reading this gives me the anxiety/fear that is embedded in this poem. Your voice is far away and yet so personal and intimately close, as though whispering to the reader. I love your writing. You're a poet, Jess.
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