​​Awakenings
Adam Osman-Krinsky

Sweat dripping like a broken faucet
Cleansing my breath,
                                         
Wrapping around my muscles

Sharp inhales stab me, stab the
Air that creates the space between

You and I.

Jaws clench, teeth grade, I brace for
Impact.
            
Your fingers grapple, reach, hold,
Maintain.
                   
Every climb filled with ardor the previous one
Left out.
                 
We are approaching being able to stand
Again, to be eye level with each other,

In all my honesty I am stripped down
To my bare limbs.
                                  In front of you I turn into

Kindling that is unlit. Just pure 
potential.

A weight I cannot hold.

Adam Osman-Krinsky attends school at Pomona College, loves movies, books, and Richard Scarry's picture books.