Fractured Time Poem by daughter of a seafoam

Fractured Time



Three hundred sixty-five days,
a sum of eternal words and promises consummated.

Twenty-four hours
perpetuated, ticking around hands ignorant of staleness.

Sixty minutes
inched with huddled shoulders exchanging wriggled sighs.

A Florentino Ariza, we lingered in cholera,
which by seconds, bitterly expired with the swallow of your tablet.

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daughter of a seafoam

daughter of a seafoam

Manila, Philippines
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