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the textures of the rainbow
remind me to stick together
like glass on hot air
we are all flying sideways
trying to retrace occipital memories
stored in our third eye
& this time I am bright-
this time I will suffocate anything
that isn’t glory
I will climb like the mountain goat I am
I will speak softly in my own ear
I am enough
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because what else is there other than rain clouds and forest fires and the droughts in California and fucking COVID and heartbreak and people dying left and right and all flying sideways
all you have is you and them and all you have left is love after everything else
it is the source of why we do anything;
whether it’s lack or because we have
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let the balloons fly swiftly open
let the air out
fucking breathe
its been a hard two years on everyone
so let’s cheer on the crowds
laugh at our own jokes
compliment a stranger
eat a cupcake
go out differently this time
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stop exploring so many places you don’t need to go anymore
stop searching for the approval of people that do not understand your kindness
who do not understand your story
leave out the rats, but let them have their place
maybe visit for some breakfast
but not take them home to bed
leave that light on for yourself
your bedroom, a sanctuary
live every minute of your loneliness
respect your solitude, respect the pen
& placement of the stars
your mania, your crazy
your hopes, nail polish, and it’s remover
eraser of all things red and heavy
take me away from what is not fuzzy
and warm and pure
my white, sweet comforter
give me something to write about
let me, you, the World
weep in their beds
burn your throat with a shot of
gin and then get your ass back to work
never apologize for not knowing any better
never apologize for being more than a ghost
make yourself bigger than air balloons
drop the weights
all fast at once
or one by one on your timeline-
always your choice
stop for nothing
or for everything
to burn it all to the ground
& smile at how we are all just so damn messy
all the fucking time
with marker on our left hands and knotted up yarn in our hearts. bones, organs, and blood trying to hold all that weird emotion together.
*****
spill out if you need to
let the rain drive with you
let it be the passenger
let it retrace occipital memories
of what we are all here for anyways