my forehead is large- it opens up wide
to reveal tiny curling flesh-
keeping me up at night,
it is unsure
it twists and
folds and
thinks
with every beat of
my heart is soft and gray
it has been broken and
broken others
it is also unsure
it gives me hot blood,
which has convinced me to open
my eyes are small and deep
in them dance a thousand oceans
they have seen wonder and
terror and
you
they are always unsure
they weep and are covered by
my hands grip and fight,
hold and reach
they confuse emptiness for hatred-
and hold each other always
they too, are unsure
when i have been defeated, i bring them to
my forehead
to cover my aching brain
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