Naked

I’ll listen to
Neutral Milk Hotel
on repeat.
Try to bring myself
back to myself.
That resonance of soul
that keeps my blood flowing.
I’ll focus right where it hurts
til I love it.
Kiss my scars
out in public.
And if my nerves simmer
from time to time
I can survive.
Because that feeling
reminds me
that I’m alive.
When my skin crawls,
it travels to safe places.
Like his arms,
his eyes.
Nothing missing,
with old perspectives
now ripped from me.
A hole in my chest where my heart should be.
Only vulnerability.
I sit with it long enough,
tranquility.
My ghosts
will make me move.
My roots will show me home.
No right
No left.
Just….
This.

4/16/18

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