and what to say of tenderness?
prayer is how you keep a chair
next to the box you lock your rage in.
how for years you bite
into that broken tooth
until there comes
some sweet unclenching,
cool air through the crack
of a January window.


photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017


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