Poetry by Alan Justiss Art by Irene Raspollini
From dust
many pockets
have found
broken
threads
&
thoughtless
things
missing.
There is a hole
on each side
of my heart
the blood rushes
into
slower than
quicker
out.
It never took a lot
of water
to rush over
a drowning man
more or less
than just
enough.
The songs sung
inside of
me
come free like
no one ever
sang.
I have stolen
bread
where others had
so much more
water
than the best
chance of rain.
When I open my mouth
all you can see
are any number
of teeth
I have
left less
missing.
Perhaps the best
you have
taken from me
&
all the good
somehow
now I have kept
for me
for you to find sometime later.
-Alan Justiss
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