Christopher Michael McGarry
Unbreak - Poem by Christopher Michael McGarry
How could I have set you in such high regard
as god's child, his breathing and talking and eating
is echoing freakily even through this ceiling.
I'd tried to escape it, seek the stars for advice
only catching in earnest, a lone set of mine
branching out to unshakable roots
a failing of mine, a letter put out of words.
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