Marike Beyers
it slips down your throat
making home inside your chest
you cannot cough it up
it rushes from you
when you reach for it
you can only wait
you get up one day
and find this rock on it
your breath seeps out
you cannot move it
or step around it
you do not know the weight
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow Zoom launch of The Only Magic We Know: Selected Modjaji Poems 2004-2020 on 31 March 2022
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