Poems and Poetry

Farcible (2) | A Poem by JD DeHart

We are only toes
and ideas.
Moving awkwardly down
the celestial street.
My typical, your atypical,
we all sit at the blinking
screen. Typing answers
to the ever-test.
My voice is a cadence
of moving muscles,
peristalsis, undulations,
a life of certain limitation,
always pretending eternal
yet occupying minutes.

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