November 18, 2009

We all live in our heads our legs our toes our eyes our throats homes homes homes homes

Mine mind mired in a mess of memories, my dreams are hijacked by old faces doing what old faces once did but don't do anymore, not when I don't see them anymore, and waking up stuck in thoughts that make shower mornings slow and thick in thinking when they should be moving instead feets sits slowly scratching toes on one another while my head whirls ten scratching feets overhead still unable to detach itself from either, "this is a dream and you are here and I am not," or when I see you again and if I see you again I will never let go again if you will never let go again.

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