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Precarious

This is a guest post by Marissa. Inspiration for this poem came from this image.

These are days for the edges, my love

We will snap our fingers for luck
Cross our hearts like good Catholics
Mouth the words to our favorite songs
Tie knots to cast spells
Guard diary entries in scribblings
Close our eyes and our mouths

We must be trained to forget

Banned are the nightmares
And the nights without sleep
Now we slip on our gloves
Wipe the prints off the trigger
Enter these open spaces
Armed only with laughter

Let’s do this, my darling
Risk our grace on the rocks below

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