Poetry in a Pandemic: Mandela rangoli
it was patchwork pattern
time was tension that swung from
side to side
with gaping holes that breathed
wheezing memories and entrancing lust
felt composed of pressed string theory(s)
Has laid itself like a
down, close, to earth
where now my body
is as naked
where now my neck
is strung with gold
the death of child
who I was who I am what I saw what I see
nothing happened between
Autumn Handley lives in New London.
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