There is no fixed truth
in this moment—only the hollow
clank of knowing between
your ribs, the ticking
clock, the bomb in your
stomach. Grasp the cold
shovel. In absence, the heart
breathes; the lungs beat.
© Terri Muuss
excerpt from Over Exposed (J.B. Stillwater) and published here with the poet’s permission.
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