Never know which of his words
Are waiting
At the door
Of our house.
Never know if his words
Are cutting,
Healing,
Or cussing.
Never know if he is
The next hurricane,
Lilac,
Or flood.
Never know
What he will
Do next.
All I know is
I'm too busy
Trying to put
Myself back
Together to
Care about
My imperfect
Edges.
August 31, 2017
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