Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Cold metal hooked under our knees,
limits on our vision fall with our shirts
over our heads, showing off our soft 
bellies to our bullies, busy with touch,
tagging and tackling. The cracked third-eye
that hangs from my neck drops into place,
refracting our broken world whole again,
only when this wood floor crowns me
and my bare feet dangle in the sky.

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a ritual to start the work week