Yebyul Oh
Response
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.