Yebyul Oh and
Elizabeth Akin Stelling

Yebyul Oh

Small Knots
By Elizabeth Akin Stelling
Inspiration piece

Each time my hands ran
through your locks trying
to comb out restlessness

my fingers would stop
in your tiny strands watching
blown with each breathe

as I pressed against you in thought
something connected is moved
into the hallow of my heart

your hair and nose
genetic tangles
looped and wound so tight

spliced into memories clock
and in deaths fold
the hold of your grasp.

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