Forgotten Art
A new chapter was emerging
and one I didn’t feel I had
the time
to witness
.
Loneliness
is a forgotten art
and a dimly lit bedroom
I call upon
.
Unkempt
In my hot arms
folding into
the covers of gravity
.
I learned little
jumping from one host
to the next
digging
.
Flesh on flesh
forgotten (you will always have meant something to me)
Feels
(like a season for now)
finished
.
10.29.20
Poem by Cassy Brown
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