(a poem for Facebook)
Words slip from the screen,
winding me in threads of text,
binding mind and feeling.
Fumbling at the brisk
pace of caring,
I scroll through worlds—
loss, laughter, lunch on Tuesday,
silent strings of detail that
glisten outward
and by gossamer connection
I am both secured and sliced,
life left as ribbons
in my hand.
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