Lori Boulard - 008 Reading Rumi

sipping his words
as minutes slur
into centuries,
silence shifts
like sand
settling comfortably
in my bones
holding me down
holding me still
until I almost forget
to not
understand.
I almost forget
we are supposed
to be enemies.

Lori Boulard

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