The Moon and I #19

Tummy tuck me into your memories

And think of me when it all gets rough,

When your patience drips from your mouth like apple juice

And you can see all your bones through your skin and

Everyone swears they can see the thin etches of your thoughts

Laying clear across your collarbone;

All those people trying to peel off your layers so they can

Read you deeper, understand all that darkness,

See past your frail fingertips and

Drop you into one of the buckets they’ve already labeled,

Block letters–

Think of me when you land safely in your new atmosphere,

When the ocean can’t quite reach your toes anymore.

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