by Lynn-Cee Faulk
Calibrate —
the sins of two hours ago
committed by a stranger
who wore my voice and
hijacked this vessel
while I was away,
scared and small,
committing even worse sins
while hidden in the dark.
A salve for the ache,
though the ache remains,
fingers rusted close,
too used to grasping,
letting go goes against the grain
and sharing is an affront
to the scarcity of my experience.
Lynn-Cee Faulk has been obsessed with reading and writing for as long as they could read and write. Reading supplied a window to the world outside of their small farming community in south Georgia and a road map to a way of being other than what their disordered upbringing provided. They still believe in the power of the written word to change lives.
Emerge Literary Journal 