Dream-Weavers

There are people

who

 I love to hate

that live inside my heart

 

They thread me

 in

then knot me up

new patterns in the dark

 

To make my world

a

thicker braid

than those who fawn and swoon

 

And stitch the flame

 of

tangled fire

—unwoven in my loom

 

(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2021)

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