Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 

2:14 AM

What things allow you to grow?
Like money or food or like the tear in the center of my leg that had to be iced for a month before I could sit with my legs crossed without wincing
sucking air through my teeth
like, “sssssss”

every time the knee bent.

What do you think?
Is that what made it go?
I mean grow.

What helps it along.

Like honey is an antibacterial, but also a sugar.
So it used to be used for wounds,
but if you grow it on an agar plate the bacteria feeds and feeds and feeds.

I know. I tried.

With honey and silver and aloe.
And they ate and ate.

And I never forgot no matter how many labs I went through.

That the honey is abundant and the silver is harsh and un-forgiving



Like another time

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