There are so many people
I miss.
Every once in a while
It grows on me
Like moss.
covering up
the North
parts of me.
Often
The weather
Takes me for a drive,
and
leaves me
somewhere I've been
I remember signs
I remember the trees
I remember holding my breath.
in the middle
of the
seas I could not explore
I thought of
differences
I could not admire.
Terrain
which swallowed me whole.
sinkholes
with songs
Whales
with words.
I needed peace of mind
so I closed my eyes.
and found silence.
And sometimes
silence brings the sun
with hats, dresses and bare feet.
It made me miss the people
who stood
bare foot
with me.
when it was October
I wanted a pumpkin patch
To be growing in my house.
I made soup
So my house would smell
Like my memory
Would like home to smell.
I lit vanilla candles
Because a super moon
was dawning out my window
Just beneath the clouds
Like a peep show
With the lights out
I never even saw the moon
But it made me howl.
Made me write
Without sense
Without
Rhythm .
Just like
My first dance.
Confusing
Anxiety
Which turned my palms
into faucets.
leaking,
slippery,
unable
to communicate
My mind
auto corrected itself
and turned
Electric-
this
caught my soul on fire.
everyone thought I was dancing.
I was.
thinking about my blood
thinking about trains,
thinking about
feet with wings.
the way clouds look
when an airplane wing
cuts
like
a fork
through whipped
cream.
And how silent
this rain falls
still.
oh this weather
it is beautiful weather
to remember.
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