Can I teleport to tomorrow
instead of sleeping….
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Hello sun,
hello shade,
hello hand reaching out….
He stands,
looking out the window,
looking at the world,
seeing his world
with the hole ripped in it…
one hand open
to welcome the gray area,
other hand clenched
to represent
the size of my blood pump,
according to third-grade
biology, pulsing….
only a slice,
up the stairs,
hemmed in
by stone walls…
you bloomed,
and now your petals
are melting
toward the mulch…
when I am numb
I crave sensation
your fingers tangling
in my hair, wind…
I am the dream
you cling to,
the dream you don’t release…
Flowers are not blooming
in their outdoor beds
She gives them sleeping bags
in her kitchen instead…
I don’t believe
in second chances,
I believe
in working every day,
getting better,
treating you…
