three letters holding manificent miniscule powers in patterns
in curves and valleys of penmanship
choking possibility and stepping on the fragile fingers of security
destroying. doubt. meeting me at the end of a pause
waiting to watch the smile slide from the corners
of my gleeful face
making wrinkles around my eyes point down to the dirt between the grass blades.
it burrows under fingernails
pushing aside the sand and paint flecks caught against
tender listening skin.
maybe, perhaps. beauty in uncertainty.