Sunday, March 24, 2013

my neck is burning.
the ends of my nerves are frayed and brushing against one another to create
this warmth that creeps along my breastplate, swelling like a marshmallow
in the microwave, I am 
jealous, so so jealous. 

and then I deflate, realizing that I 
am not the only person alive and I 
am not the only person, not
the only one who is made up
of darting feet and frantic
need. 

I am not
the only one who wishes to be 
a moment of the bursting 
beautiful in you. 

1 comment:

  1. You're perfect, regardless. GOD I'VE MISSED READING YOUR BLOG SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHhh

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