a sentence. sometimes two.
then...
the earth familiar splits and i tumble into...
a song wraps its arms around me,
picks me up
and whirls me 'round 'til
i am dizzy with wonder.
i become the girl that circumstance
does not normally call forth.
i am jealous of her...
the one who courageously says,
"i need you"
with the last puff of air in her lungs -
unsure if new life will be merciful
enough
to fill her again and cover her nakedness.
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