A place of no
Places of no, stacking in a wobbly pile
Balancing forks at a restaurant table
No comes before yes
I want to say yes to you now
As my no’s come falling, the space between us echos
This yes has your name on it
I knew it was there
The stacking was out of my hands,
It came through a lineage lined in deep red
With lots of empty places
I sit with my blood, rushing through those places
The back of my throat touches my brain stem,
The yes must be breathing
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