This is a poetry blog. It's like a journal, just not in prose. It should hopefully be its own defense.
I didn't inquire about
the visible scars
of the anxieties that
sent her from
pillar to post
in the heightened pitch
of a drizzle.
Those things were her
business and
I tended to mine.
It was the least
and the most
that I could do.
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