Happy Saturday!
Word Box
Just need
to write me down
on paper,
don't know why,
don't ask,
just feel the
itch underneath
my toenail
up to hip, shoulder
elbow, fingers;
current or
something like
snot, congestion,
a pre-sneeze, a
maddening
inconvenient
tingle,
but once
a bit of me
escapes
to the page
I am lighter;
new room for
new thoughts,
new room
for new me:
an inversion
of syncopated
notes, the singular
zest of
new-birthed air
to fill me,
to fill
this word box;
trim, immutable,
solid black
lines, dots, curves
connecting
the steady
blips of
my heart.
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