#308 of 365 – “shades of apprehension”

“shades of apprehension”


their names

will float


like odors

I can’t discern


to my clothes

until my skin

begins to itch

and the air

sinks heavy

underneath our


and my face

turns all known


of apprehension




About Blackbird

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