Soles

The sole of my

shoes hesitate

to rise, and

with it brings

a squelch noise

like the sound

of a wet kiss.

I wish that I

could kiss

the earth in

the same way

as my feet,

I wish that I

could walk on

my hands,

because as the

sole becomes

mesh to the

ground

a clarity

reveals

my place in

the world.

And I want

more.

 

 

Replica

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Like a lincoln log

cabin,

I am a replica,

mimicking

something that I

don’t understand.

And much like the

thick pencil

logs, deep down

I know that

I am just a

smaller

weaker

version

of…..

………….

something?

 

Free

Cracked egg

sun,

sky,

the yolk has

left its white

cage and

we can see

the brilliant

saffron center.

And I want it to

fall out of the

sky,

for it to run down

upon

me

and

you,

a thick

goop

we can only feel

because we too

have broken

from our cage.