This Music Fills Us Belly Up

Like a magician pulling doves from thin air

I am pulling pieces of myself that grew too big

I keep them in cages made all of doors

Taught them how to pick locks in case I ever go mad

Some of them go on long trips and I don’t hear their way of talking for a while

Every now and then they come back

All they can talk about is soft hair and bicycle bells

And how, even in winter, they like to leave the windows open

So they don’t miss anything.

The other night I lay flat on the grass outside my house

The night sky was purple-orange

Nothing could rhyme with it


It lay there with us, me and the ghosts, circled itself completely

We danced on sofas

Agreed they were the best place to be

As everything in the room breathed and was alive

If only for a moment

Our laughter made us children again

As we dared our feet to fail us and let us fall to the floor

To see if anything would catch us

In this unbridled joy

I grew and understood as I lay my feet to rest against the open window

When the pieces of me return I will tell them of how talking became just another thing to be done

I curled myself tight into my knees

My knees they were two way radios to something


Whispering songs while I slept

The cages all opened and empty


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