Spring Break (make up for last week?)

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maybe it’s like music

to slip to the other side

verse:

blue hum braided into the glow

liminal beings bothered into believing

and she says

verse:

            i know you can’t understand this

            this constant sleeping or leaving

            and i say         

chorus:

            the bones of fingers can’t

touch the shape of believing

            we’re swimming in your shadows

coloring the lines of the body unseen.

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Remembering what poetry can do and maybe it just took a little sunshine soaking into my skin to remind me how simple and mysterious beauty can be, doesn't have to be explained doesn't have to be perfect just has to be. 

Day one of true Break but I started a new job and drank too much last night and feel a little queazy and still getting over the mucus in my lungs and still recovering from last week, big week, lots of ups and downs. But the sun the sun the sun and I'm sitting on my deck and feeling my cheeks turn pink but it's ok they were winter white and I;m wondering how far the light penetrates into my body can it touch my organs can it touch my heart? 

Been writing. Feels good. Might make it to the end.