#308 of 365 – “shades of apprehension”

“shades of apprehension”

 

their names

will float

indistinguishable

like odors

I can’t discern

sticking

to my clothes

until my skin

begins to itch

and the air

sinks heavy

underneath our

conversation

and my face

turns all known

shades

of apprehension

 

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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