i am counting myself to sleep
each ache a lost lamb

i call them back, in whisper:
“you are safe.”

when I notice the tension
I lose count of the flock

it takes more time
to count the missing

ijm

I wrote this just three days after the election. I’m sharing it now because… I don’t know what else to do. Everything feels somehow far away and maddening. If you’re in this place too, say hi. I just need to know someone is out there. #📚💙 #poetry