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i am moving
moving moving moving
like a bus with rusty wheels
fabric ripping on the seams of the seats
a mother watching the traffic, worried
thinking about
her three year old son waiting for her

i am moving
moving
fast, quick
like the spontaneity of a storm
clouds overflowing,
spikes of droplets falling as an army
pelting my shoulders, my arms
my black converse wet,
laces black with dirt,
water flowing into the sewage

i am moving
constantly
i am moving moving moving
fluttering around, hummingbird-like
heartbeat thumping
and breathing heavy

i am moving
i am thinking
i am thinking a mile a minute
two miles a minute
three miles a minute
what makes it good
what makes it right
am i doing it right
am i
am i
am i
am i moving
am i thinking
do i ever stop
does it ever stop

//

sap
warm and sweet
running like a river flows
in the thick xylem of my veins
it rushes through me
fast fast fast
beat pulsing
my sandpaper fingertips
tapping
the bark on the soles of my feet
tapping
hair in the wind
like the thin wisps of petals on a dandelion
my mind is
half the starlight
and half the greys and blues of the ocean
i can feel the moon on my back
the sun
marking its spots in my eyes
orange waves
red waves
yellow
white
my lungs bloom
outwardly, almost exploding
the world moves around me
growing and changing
the twigs of my arms and legs dance
in delight
in emotion
in fear
my grin stretches across the dunes and the mountains
and my heart is the size of the earth

//

yo lo entiendo
pero al mismo tiempo
but at the same time,
but at the same time,
i remain nameless
on the corner of melancholy and redemption –
upset, hurt
but served up a very hot dish of well deserved

//

everyday i fall a little bit more in love with you
everyday i fall a little bit more in love with you
with your eyes
a dull brown when upset
but a twinkling chestnut when excited
like the golden side of freshly made toast
like the in between stages of leaves
when they turn from orange to brown
and fall off
deep into autumn

everyday i fall a little bit more in love with you
with your nose
the long, curved length of it slightly upturned
a definite fixture in the center of your face
delicate but strong
not dainty
not at all small
but poised and plain
with character

everyday i fall a little bit more in love with you
with your mouth
lips not plump but not thin
modest, a deep dusty pink
shiny like roses in the mornings of spring
covering the stone hedges of your teeth
deep creamy fixtures
slanted to one side
a smile that doesn’t blind, but does please

everyday i fall a little bit more in love with you
everyday i fall a little bit more in love with your face
everyday i fall a little bit more in love with your eyes and your nose and your mouth
with your stick out ears and your sparse moles
with the scar under your eye and the bones in your fingers
everyday i fall a little bit more in love with you
i look in the mirror and
i fall a little bit more in love

 

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