Creed 1920 1080 Laurie Koensgen

We hold
the slender threads we find,
spin and triple-twine them ––
mitten strings
from the abandoned nurseries,
tails of ditched kites,
cement-stayed vines.

We take comfort.
We make comforters
of thrift store rags
and bags of broken stone.

Yet we are doubters, we are debtors
and the silent bs
sting our barren arms.

Header photograph © Asher.

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