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Winter’s melting into the apartment

In the misty light, my insides warm and brassy
She and I lay in a heartbeat’s hibernation

She exists in telegraph bursts,
The moments between a switched flip and a bulb exploding to life.
From time before time, the question and the echo,
Ribbons and a kindling spark, heat and smoke and everything

The very zipper-teeth of her tumble over everywhen,
A hundred thousand backbone dice cast into the pit
Some lost to history, more stuck between the pages, others now

I’m rattling in the cup of the future, waiting to roll
I’m learning to be less present

I dreamed my mother’s eyes were taffy-stretched
Woven in forever knots through the skeleton beams of our unfinished house
I’m tangling more and more

The frayed ends of me wander, winding, riverlike
Crossing, curling, turning ever away toward her
Vibrating to her pulse–the waves and the warped

Winter is lifting

My breath rolls in like a stranger, and the heart wakes

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So what is it?

A little sort of a something that keeps me from leg-rot in the head, I said. A statement of no purpose. Stomping and Yelling, you hurricanos.

There’s nothing I can’t put down that I haven’t made.  Maybe that’s it.  I keep making things and never seem to get around to getting them around.

Today I did nothing and boy are my eyes tired.

Don’t worry, kid, we’re not done yet.  What comes next?  All these skill points and I haven’t even left the first town?  I got it, we got this, it’s too old for kicking around now.  Fix it all.  Get the tools.  All these holes and rusty patches can’t keep out the rain.

1. Wheels, child. This isn’t playtime. 2. Learn or do. Figure it out.  We are.  I am.  This is what it is.  A lot of little and way past late but someone’s got to pay the bills. Get your childhood sheared.Get sharp get hard get clean get all the rest.  Get on the boards.  Get loved. Get laid.  Never stop getting.

No more mistakes. No more regrets.


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