~RANE ARROYO~
SURVIVING
UTAH
In the Sunday news, our breaths
carve subtle statues, and
once we prove to God that it's
our morning, we are we again,
we're back to fire's blind eye,
back to blue bedsheets (all
we have of the sea). My love,
for one hour, let's sink into
the mercy of being irrelevant.
© by Rane Arroyo
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