I lift heavy hair
off my neck
and let the breeze
diverge and collapse
on my shoulders
like cornsilk.
The sky is still blue
and the clouds
hang migrating
where the wind
blows and I tell
myself to see
the beauty in this
moment even if
its wrenching my
heart and shredding
my gut. I feign joy
because we need it.
And because even in
the utter madness
joyful things are still
blooming.
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