I wanted to fly when I woke up. For real this time. Not just the feeling that sank in my gut, the one that I gasped air into as I woke and sat straight up taking the covers with me.
I think I mainly just wanted to keep from falling. Again.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Trembling limerence, deliver me
Believe in the skin that floats up like feathers
coated in dry paint, comes off in flakes
To continue their ascent
And allow me to recede from mine.