An Apple That Falls

I exist here, softly,
In the sound between breaths,
In glances caught like fish hooks,
In the invisible once it is seen.
I’ve been reminded that
It is easy to overlook our humanity.
In cases where some of us do not
Live like humans, it is easy to
Withdraw, to simply remove your presence
As protest and in that nothingness
Nothing happens. The nothing shifts
And the weightlessness is overwhelming.
Stars burn out over roofless homes.
Two worlds are layered one
On top of the other. In the blindness
Children sleep, bellies grow round
In satiation or starvation. Here
Women carry new worlds beneath
Their breasts and when life splits open
The layers remain. The invisible is always
Seen and unseen, heard and unheard,
Lived and unlived.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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