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What Is Life?

What is life if not the

warm touch of his

palm on my chest, if not the

wind's caress of my

neck's nape, a

space between

the jawline

and the collarbone

touched by a divine grace?


What is life if not shades of gray, a

horizon line,

dividing the overcast sky from

dull, flapping,

fluttering waves?


What is life if not a little voice calling out,

chiming through lyric

upon lyric, brick

by brick, layer

under layer of skin cells,

flesh, and bone?


What is life if not tiny grains of sand wedged between

my toes and butt cheeks,

bottoms of my feet

hopping between point A and

point B of

hot Earth,

hot potato, hot potato,

hot potato, you must land somewhere, eventually?


By Nicole Javorsky


mixed media artwork by Nicole Sylvia Javorsky
"What is life? No. 1, the wound heals" mixed media artwork by Nicole Sylvia Javorsky

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