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You and I
have dancer physiques,
but not their intelligence.
They understand
that which is beyond us,
flummoxing gravity away from
their dragonfly frames, leaving
only the thin skin of
their toes
tethered to the ground.
I have little cause
to desire escape.
But once you opened the
refrigerator door, I could not
resist the knowledge of
cold. When you lifted the
ceiling, I had nowhere
to hide from the sun.
And when you introduced
the concept of height, how
could I but dream
of falling.
have dancer physiques,
but not their intelligence.
They understand
that which is beyond us,
flummoxing gravity away from
their dragonfly frames, leaving
only the thin skin of
their toes
tethered to the ground.
I have little cause
to desire escape.
But once you opened the
refrigerator door, I could not
resist the knowledge of
cold. When you lifted the
ceiling, I had nowhere
to hide from the sun.
And when you introduced
the concept of height, how
could I but dream
of falling.
Literature
I Guess We'll Live To See It
You should start looking
for a place we can make our last stand.
The dawn is breaking:
Every morning, a little less light,
and the end
is not as close as you think.
Love is not enough,
and wanting
is not enough.
The desert is coming.
The sea is coming.
God forbid
they find us holding our thirst
in both hands.
Instead,
instead;
No,
There is no
rescue.
You should start looking for a place
we can make our last
stand.
Take my frenzy for resignation, put your boots
on. I have a lantern. I have a little
knife. We have so much still
to survive. Open
your hands
and let the thirst out.
Build. We will stand
until t
Literature
Harvest Moon
You remind me of the harvest moon
tugging the shore from beneath my feet, of
rowing out to sea in winter with empty nets
till spring, of catching every breath
in crystals on the same forgotten docks,
Where gravity knots my tendons into rope,
my teeth into chalk and ash, and my eyes
into searchlights scanning the horizon
for the first ship that leads to you.
Literature
ISLNDS
you like the way
the i slants,
an error's
guidance
in a sea
of hyphens.
sans-serif
in cropped crests
made to full-
stop breasts
beating;
an obsess-
ion breathing
in lost chests.
now a motive
is seething
with options;
play thief
and proceed greedily,
often.
dive deep
and drink
the leap's froth;
breath is only
as sweet as the
speech that breeds thought.
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you are my inspiration.
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NaPo #24
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NaPo #24
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