Holding Pattern
by Steve Gerstung


My open palm
continues
your lifeline

etched forever on my skin

I scrub to erase
how you've bore into me

how I carry you.

My hand reaches to clasp
a future
carrying the scar of things past

a neon sign
   lights flickering
   burnt out.






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