"Restrictions" by Tyrel Kessinger
Restrictions
After the surgery I was told I couldn’t lift my daughters for at least a month.
Small price, some said, waving away this terminal subtraction from the
ever collapsing finite.
For comparison: why not ask the trees not to drink the sun the sun
not to surrender to the moon the moon
not to quilt the night the night
not to darken the river the river
not to glass the stones the stones
not to sink, not so completely.
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