A tacklehug
Running out to greet friends.
The feathery-light feeling
Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,
All grasping for some sort of an embrace.
A giant group hug
Bear hugs, too
Running and leaping and laughing.
A tap on the hand,
Asking for permission
Going a little beyond
Friendship
Scooting closer
Leaning in
Holding hands.
Arms around shoulders,
Elbows hooked,
A giant spinny circle
Where we always fall down.
Human touch is an incredible thing
And I cherish it.
Welcome to the world
that never gives anything back.
If you want it
you work for it
if you don't
you're letting everyone down.
You'll fall in love
and you'll hate it.
I am
burning
this is not unusual
for me, the radiator
but this isn't
I'm freezing it's cold outside
friends grab me for warmth because
I'm a human sun
sunny smiles
sunny skin
Sectionals
is the equivalent of a curse word.
He warned us not to complain
I did anyway.
It's chaos
no one listens
nothing gets done
unproductive
I hate being useless.
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