#982381 added April 30, 2020 at 10:34am Restrictions: None
at the end
for aching moments
the music hung in discord
and I reached for it—the ache,
the confusion, the tightness,
the wrongness that needed one last chord
to resolve it into a release,
to touch me and fill my bones
with everything.
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April 30: resolve something in a poem (any sense of the word “resolve”)
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