Sometimes more like a comma, a gentle pause
These days it must be a period.
Or a whole different book
A little red sail boat, floating merrily on my chest
In the space between the neurotransmitters and my dream
Merrily, merrily, merrily
If I disappeared where would it float?
skin of my nose and cheeks, eyelashes
on the edges of the dance floor
shoulder,ribs,pelvic floor,standing
still
dancer
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