Don’t look so worried.

This poem isn’t going to hurt

the goop in your skull

or stub your toe

or knock you down

and throw you out.

Where this poem takes your skin,

places your pillow,

hears your conversations, and

sees what you swallow,

is a testament to your having a

sturdy and huge

imagination,

inside the safe and wordy refuge

of reading this poem.

©️ July 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems