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All our life’s we lean

All our life’s we lean

preening sibling’s trash, careening now into their heads
leaning back, turning just the eyes, prying,
heaving, shove and grasp
head first, having bull’s balls, hit the wall
fight on
correcting the tilt of the rotation of earth
lean again to brace each hurt inflicted thus
lean again into the stairs, straightened,
the effort of climbing hurts
lean now into the wind,
somewhere to the side she winks,
possibilities, of yearning start to gestate.
lean on her.
it goes on and on.