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injuries acquired from slipping on ice:
I walked
through piles of words
in too short boots
that left them room
to slip in with every step I take
and melt into puddles
under my heels
from the -
clocks don't work on sunday mornings:
I open my eyes
to light
that bursts through glass
shattering
window panes and
waterfalls
of blonde hair
sewn into my
eyelashes
I open my eyes -
what birds remember:
I hope when they take flight
the birds in the cherry tree
think of me too
with their wings made of sunlight
and snow
and coal painted fethers
and the sky falling together -
unfolding origami cranes:
I fell
through water
and into you
everything was backwards
my name written upside down
under your barely there finger nails
my mouth
glued into a perfect
smile -
A town called forgotten:
There's this light
that sits on top of a hill
in a town you've never been to
that casts broken
shadows over houses
you will never call home
and there's a street -
mapping the patterns of busy thoughts:
its 6:05
and my fingers
are fumbling over one another
trying to untangle
the knots in my hair
I sit in the place
between perfection
and chaos
on the corner of main street