Attempting a poem a week. Maybe some other musings. Always a work in progress. Satisfaction not guaranteed.

TIL

today I learned
the name of the 
white-hot element
that sears the center of my chest
an unpronounceable moniker,
it translates roughly to “fear”
but in many more mutated 
syllables that sound like 
loss
emptiness
disconnection
it cools as i name it,
leaving an invisible
mark between heart and flesh

Itch

missing