Solitude
You’ve tried to nail a board
to waves, whisper an ode
to jackhammers, and goad
a gut to strum a chord.
You even tossed a string
up to the sky at night
to try and catch a kite.
Now it is time to bring
yourself back, yeast to flour;
unfold a face you put
once in a chest, your foot
pressed flat against the hour.
If, added, one makes two,
its quotient must be you.
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[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-26/v26/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 26), Winter 2018