HOLD THAT THOUGHT BY CLAUDINE NASH Let’s hold these thoughts far from our hearts, the timeworn ones that make us sink in doubt or draw us down when we pull forward. Let’s roll them between our fingers and feel their thin cloth catch on our winter skin. We’ll crumple them, lift them up to the window panes, watch the cold morning pour through the rips in their flimsy fabric. I want to lose them at the beach. We can slip them into the sea as the tide sets out, drop them into a deep hole and watch the sand claim the shifting space where they sit. I’m done with these gnawing whispers. Let’s be old-school gangsters and make some silence. I’ll get the concrete forms, you toss them from the pier when the fog rushes the night. (Previously appeared in The Camel Saloon)
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