This bleeding is a reminder—
not all watermarks spring
from water, not all spills
are toxic, not all rain washes
away grit, not all words
make it to the next day. She’ll do her best
to read another message
that might hang in suspension
without slipping
out of place. She could become
in place if she refused
to grimace over outpourings.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
“not all rain washes
away grit, not all words
make it to the next day.”
ahhh (:
something absolutely amazing about those lines. woooow (:
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