when the blood gushed and brushed the walls of my skin
not yellow brick road, blue-green meanderings straight to the soul
huffed and puffed the vessel goes
it turns this way and that, felt all but the weight of the world.
do not mistake this for a lament of lost time
only a celebration of what was - that's it-
balloons and confetti for the love i imagined could trotter to the other side in a single embrace
the way i gave myself to you through the gaps between my teeth
hoped the whites could reflect whatever light and wrap itself around those who caught a glance.
you may ask what i had left
i say what i had left? that was the most of what i had
it was a wingspan the length of a whole classroom
a vision of under tables and the way one hung their head
it was pages of reaching-out-to-you
in rhymes and allegories and discerning
your handwriting!
yes, it was fear and hot cheeks
but more, belief.
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