Like I Am Pulling a Long Oar: Hannah H.

April 8, 2020 Kate Belew with Hannah H. (Los Angeles)

Writing poems fit with words
a tender puzzle, sky pieces, blue.
Hours pass, my mind full of madness
I have become tired with the tools 
that rip my thoughts into letters. 
A pieced together ransom note now
leads me nowhere except where I am. 
I reach toward tomorrow like I am pulling a long oar through the water of it.

Paper worn thin by the constant rubbing of fingers,

a calendar created with

breaths and teeth growing in. 

I went to the river to let go of this sadness and 

under shallow depths found my light

like one would find a smooth stone in a current. 

A tender puzzle, sky pieces, blue.