Ode to Parentheses

My words
cupped in your
soft hands.
Suspended
in anticipation
of an exclamation
I am frightened
to put in fully
fleshed ink.
Holder of all
unuttered phrases.
Your sides
glide in and out
as forgiving as a womb.
Amenable.
Open ended
in your rather
precarious nature.
You anchor me
in your fluidity.

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Catherine Buercklin is a contemporary poet who enjoys collaborating with other writers and artists. She’s a sucker for anything covered in chocolate and refuses to choose sides in the coffee vs. tea debate, as she loves them both equally. She feels most at home sitting outside watching birds and imagining what it’s like to live under a mushroom.  She lives in Conway with her banjo-lovin’ husband, Aaron, and her feisty, but loveable cat, Winnifred.

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