2.10.2023

an arc of almost

The translucent claws of newborn mice 
this pearl cast of color, 
the barely perceptible 
like a ghosted threshold of being: 
here     not here. 
The single breath we hold 
on the thinnest verge of sight: 
not there     there. 
A curve nearly naked 
an arc of almost, 
a wisp of becoming 
a wand— 
tiny enough to change me. 
 

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