3.
I want to leave this task undone
the one where I mend the fence
the one that seemed so important
the one I should cross off the list without doing it
because it holds me in
but it doesn't keep me safe
at least not from myself
and so I'd rather leave the chinks in my armor of sticks
of mud
of rocks
and then you could find a way in
anyone could, really
to jump into my piles of leaves
to carry wood and stoke the fire
to break bread beside its warm glow
to pass the lengthening nights with busy hands and moving lips
or silence
words on pages
steaming mug
with the option now
not to be alone.
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