Only Shelter
Bryn Canner

We are inside a bloodstream.
We let it nurture us
as if the only shelter were
breathless and cramped.
Tea grows cold waiting
for us, the sofa quiet.

We cannot avoid
our possessions forever.
Dented, imperfect
in the shock of light, we
return to each other. We are born
with the knowledge
of letting go.

Bryn Canner is a graduate student in English at Princeton University.

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