listening
we were the ones that didn’t breathe
fled into a heaven
of white walls
sat still on a staircase
like rocks on butterflies
setting our insides afire
to devour the smoke
someone asked
how are you being held?
how are you being whole?
I didn’t need a story
I didn’t need a real world
I just needed to imagine
to become the lights
the forests, the faraway worlds
the hum of a refridgerator
someone else
living the life
that was there for me
presence porous
so, you see
I had to become you
even before you existed
✴︎
bloom
(thanks to anthony gonzalez
for some of the words reinterpreted here)
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