Hold Me Up



I had a stuffed monkey that I kept in a closet.

Outside winter—Helsinki,


Drew back kicking the door.

I laughed frequently.


Light, morning or afternoon

was a web just for me


and the word blind

passed through my coat


like a small white star

and went its own way.



Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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