The pond is frozen and
I keep wondering
if there is enough love
left in the world
or if it’s
running
out.
I am a sieve, love
runs through me,
pours out, rolls
down the
drain,
into
Bigger,
braver
containers.
I keep wondering
if there is enough love
left in the world
or if it’s
running
out.
I am a sieve, love
runs through me,
pours out, rolls
down the
drain,
into
Bigger,
braver
containers.
✱✱✱
 Chloe Bell is a poet and non-fiction writer, living and working in Pittsburgh, PA. Her creative work centers on notions of self and relationships while her analytical work is largely eco-critical. Follow her on twitter: @chl0e_christina |
