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When We Mourn the Wild

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When you feel the ribs vibrate with each beat

Playing from the radio

Blood red heart up in the face and a mind between dreams

 

You rest your head on the window and telephone lines dip to lift time

       -Up and Down

 

And then there’s a soft texture of sitting on the bed,

Body curled into your mom’s body, warmth radiating as would a cat to her kits

The book is open, fantastical images of I spy

And her voice rumbles into your body and you stay in that frame

 

Sometimes I wish for something soothing, for those dreamlike memories

Kind of like when eyes go a bit lazy and can’t focus on anything particular

 

Sometimes i mourn for the unknown, and,

Crying seems right

 

All i know is right now

Since the future

is unbearable to think about