12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

April 23 Letting Go

you might think
that by uprooting
my tenuous tendrils
that were pretending to be deep
deep, deep as roots
after shaking off
loose sand
blowing away

i would have no trouble in letting things go

there is a sort of clay
that clings in the fine hairs
not damp or sticky
invisible, the way plastic
infested by static
plies itself
it stays and stays
i shake my finger to have it transfer to the other hand
peel it off to have it drift down
zip to my leg
a small thing
transparent and put away
and never a problem till i notice it

i need a breeze to slide a claw
underneath, to flick it off me
though it’s those same winds
who float me away
scour, fill the let-go things with stick

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