Published January 15th, 2025
by Emily Pike
The stones collect in my shoes,
Until I'm walking with two bags of gravel attached to my feet,
But my legs are strong, and move me.
The peas collect under my mattress,
Until I'm shifting and tossing and snorting myself awake,
But my bed is soft, and holds me.
The words collect in my head,
Until my neck feels like it might snap under the weight of it all,
But my brain is sharp, and reminds me.
There is eternally less than I want,
But I am more than enough.
About the Poet
Emily Pike resides in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on Emily Pike's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #11,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Toronto Poetry Magazine:
The Catfish Once Caught
by A.T. Bull
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