games poems

Falling | Ciarán Parkes

We take it in turns
to fall backwards
and catch each other,
a game to show
how much trust you can place
in another person.

Am I too heavy for you?
you ask, falling softly
into my arms for
the third or fourth time,
no, I answer,
of course not, no.

(First published in Crannóg)

Jinx | Chelsea Howard

Both of us must
have been thinking
same words/same time,
burbling baby words
out at the same second,
language stitched together,
then we waited
for the sky to fall on us.

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