Holding my hands
from both sides
wrapping my arms
till they meet
round behind
contorting my body
to hold itself
to comfort myself
~~~
When no one is watching
crying into my own bosom
rocking on into the night
like a Confucian proverb
~~~
If there is no one
to taste my tears
to feel me tremble
or hear me mewl
am I actually doleful
or worthy of solace
anyhow
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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