For silk nights
warm waters
turquoise beckoning surfaces shimmering crystals of chlorine light
(inexplicably all ripped) bodies crawling at 10 pm
For children
all have worth
need play
stressful, human
work
silence
glorious
appreciated more
after playing to a room of 5 year olds
For being alone
(mostly) unlonely
when acute longing hits
digging deeper than I would if I were in terra cognita
getting beneath the fabric
to discover the inscrutable place
home
For not getting the one thing I wanted
would have played
LET’S MAKE A DEAL WITH MY LIFE for
surrender coming after WWW, intermittent casualties
-flip a switch-
someone did
ikinari
my heart in technicolor
open window
the breeze’s sigh
out
I
float
!!!
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