The little bits and pieces of me that skitter away
Like beads on a slippery sink
Are the pieces that make up my spirit
And the tiger that lives inside of me
When it roars, my heart leaps
From it’s rightful place and hops around me,
Trying to find a place to stay.
I like the sound scissors make when they snip the air and an unknown molecule,
And the scent of a burning piece of flotsam
Or maybe it’s just the scent of sparks in the air.
If I smile, the tiger purrs and rubs its head against my legs,
And if I laugh we laugh together in a clean pool of sweet thoughts and other things we don’t quite know what to make of yet.
My hands clench and close spaces inside me
That open when I’m happy.
If my eyes narrowed,
How long could they narrow before they are gone?
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