C. MARGOT

“Feel answered,”

I told myself

“Feel love.”

Feel like sun

blanketed upon bare arms

Feel like wind swooning

into the sill and

refresh the souls who do not care to sit alone

Align as planets do/untroubled by neither the emptiness, nor chaos, 

juxtaposed 

across our infinite universe.

“Can’t you live easy?” I ask myself. 

the more I tug,

the more I anticipate a blow.