Symbiotic Summersaults

Sometimes
when the planet does
summersaults
and your words slash my
thoughts
in
half,

I, in the fetal position,
feel the blood beat
in the skin beneath my ears.

A hand touches my back and,
like IV leeches,
we remain
symbiotic.

Emma Goodstein

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