Take them anywhere else,
Days behind on bills and thoughts about
how different the packages god sends us
look than our dreams,
Seconds into feeling the weight of the warm sand
You’re shoveled onto my chest.
I feel half-born, legs sticking out at odd angles, but
Like I inhaled something and felt my bloodstreams loosen
For the first time with more of me.
I reflect on the fact that I’ve never fought for something before.
Never cut my hair.
Never battled like Sampson with blood
In my mouth and on my name.
Which makes me think - you know when the universe is a black hole and you see
Your own dark matter pupil looking back at you from the eye
Of our storms?
Yeah.
I guess I wanted to care like ivy growing up the your wall,
over the years.
Instead, I ended up sitting next to a girl on the plane who is bipolar
Who has not eaten for months at a time
Who once spent all her savings while blacked out in mania
Who has an arch nemesis
Who had a man stalk her across two continents
Who smiled and laughed and showed me a way to lay
Worries down like I did your body last night, when it felt so good
To be alive
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