poem: darcy luetzow staddon

kissed

it’s one pair of shoes by

the door

surely

did I hear that

my own lips parting preparing the

wind

the thing is how can I

lie down as the bridge I

need & walk myself over

the house is mixed

game pieces &

cereal crushed underfoot

I live there panting at

the window

the crumbs on my pant

leg

follow me in they will also

lead me out

I hadn’t made breathing easier

look

that thought finished on its

own there may

be

another

maybe I’d rather be kissed

if there could be a

wilder flash of

word my throat

could steep in washing glorias

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about the author: darcy leutzow staddon

Darcy Luetzow Staddon lives on a farm in Japan with her husband, two
daughters, chickens, and dog.  She and her family run a small recovery
farm for Japanese hikikomori (those who have suffered from extreme
social withdrawal) and others who need a healing place.  Darcy has loved writing poetry since age 8; she has also loved music and singing for just as long.  Guitar and songwriting came along a bit later.

Website: https://www.ihadahugeneedforlight.com/

Instagram: darcy_staddon