perhaps numbness just means getting used to lukewarm water
so that my skin doesn't flare up in the heat, but then i'm cold and quivering and shaking and just aching for arms to hold me tight
but these arms aren't there anymore and in my most painful vulnerable moments
i know that perhaps that's the only way my body allows to fix itself
and perhaps then i'll start to unravel, and then i'll start to heal
“Oh yes, but lostness is loving someone too, knowing you would take the raft out further if it meant a few more minutes.”
— Jeff Latosik, from “On the General Being of Lostness,” Poetry: New Canadian Poets Issue (December 2017)
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