Winter 2020 – Like the Curvature of Watermelon

Poetry & Prose Whatever is the harder thing to do - do it, I am told. And so I do. There is, within the longing of pain, an under-swell I lunge to accept. Beneath the accusation, projection, and avoidance lies a fear. Sprawled out, pale skinned, looking away, eyes covered, devastated to be seen by…