Aftermaths

What will the hand
remember of the flutter
in the heart today,
           or of the muscle  
weak from unuse or 
from hiding

So deep in every 
fiber of our being, 
the first exposures
          to shattering— 
Bright fluorescent on tile
and what it took to pick up

from there

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