December 23, 2015

Turbulence





I'll draw each memory from my brain,
with a sterilized syringe
and release it into a mason jar for safe keeping.

I'll force every emotion into a field
abundant with poison ivy and fleas
and plenty of mosquitos.

I'll force each knot in my stomach
down into my legs and toes, so I can do
a nervous dance and my feet won't touch the ground.

I'll fill a kiddie pool with everything I've learned
and do a dead man's float and get a sun burn.
I'll peel each of my skin flakes and
overnight them to my future self.

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