I’m stronger
than I look.
I know
because I’ve seen
myself from
the inside
wimping out
and out and
out
to the edges.
don’t make
me jump
into
anything.
even water,
which I love.
if you’re
not careful
you might
mistake anxiety
for
excitement.
it could always
be worse.
when I can
I take
a
spontaneous nap.
me and the
girls wear sunglasses to the playground.
we hold
hands across the street
make a chain
with our sticky fingers
and it feels
good.
someone’s
building a bar
beneath a
bar
and I keep
hearing about it.
keep hearing
the chandeliers
shake over
my head
the
glittering glass clinking in the light.
the ceiling
is so far away sometimes.
I’d like to
have a drink.
I’d like to
say hello.
I’d like to
see the details painted
here on the
wall.
I’ve done
errands around myself in loops
linking my
stops together
gathering
what I need.
I’ve got to
get out.
I’ve got to
get my hands dirty.
I’ve got to
brush my teeth
before I do
anything.
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