Music plays in my
head like amnesia
on overdrive.
I shower with
drops of sunlight &
play in puddles of
cold acid.
I pop off the tops
of cans & throw
them like grenades on
the verge of exploding.
I hit at the ice-
sickles that hang from
the heads of my
And red bands are
wrapped around my arms
from each time
I’ve been heartbroken.
Songs speak to me
when people seem mute.
And I find comfort in
the fact that I’m alive.
Cartwheels are just handstands
doing sideways somersaults &
I’m just an overgrown
potato that sprouted
arms & legs.


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