, ,

Heavy Flesh

it’s the weight of it –

makes me ache.

but not the lifting. (for that i

have women’s thighs

and hips for children

and packages)

it’s the inside of joints

and bones thus burdened-

heavy with love.

( grey grief’s solid shadows

my empty flesh carrying-

every hour)

 Shelley Rae Bell

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