Writing Fairy Tales and Fearing Civil War
I am here, and all of my answers are no.
Last night, I told myself I was safe.
My sleeping body warding off night threats.
At dawn, I roll call: thighs, hips, buttocks, stomach, chest,
All accounted for.
Left knee tinged with pain.
Legs folded, and feet tucked safely away from the cat.
I raise my arms up, and elongate my spine.
My right wrist stings unable to make a full rotation.
My waking body breathes in the cherry blossom fragrance.
Last night, I saw solar rocket ships cross the full moon.
I am here, and all of me so afraid.
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