Tuesday, January 19, 2016

ascending

there's probably nothing I wouldn't do
if I was wearing an oversize shirt

3am, boots and the bottom
of a vodka bottle
see me dance on beds
write poetry and declare my love
for you and the world
off rooftops
dawn isn't far -
they always say
but do they know that
in that moment
3.17 or 3.71am
I have never felt
alive-r
happier
and shinier
in my spot in the sun's moonlight

the cicadas and my parlance
with the stars
is a story woven
in the sleepy undertones of my eyes

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