The Mess in the Basement
As I sit
in the cool basement
eyelids open and shut spontaneously
a black iPhone screen seems a pool worth diving into
poems show themselves in my mind
a belly breath brings endorphins
deep sighs echo from my large pup sleeping
like a dam breaking
joy stings and rushes my sinuses
overwhelmed by detail
I welcome the connection to cluttered life
the bell ends it
and I write
–April Resnick
I am Meditating by Leia Resnick
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