I'm writing a story
to tell myself
one day when I
tear the heat
from the wires
a dream a final
melody
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///Heart in Hand///
//I bled into moments/
The skin cells/
Of my hands/
Crumbs of tortilla chips/
The jumped out my mouth/
When I started talking/
Before I finished chewing/
And smiled a story/
Of glinting candles/
Lighting up my vision//
//What were you then
When I squeezed my palm/
Only to realize/
It all was in/
My index and thumb/
It all was in the speckles/
I shed off/
That became the twinkles/
In your eyes/
And whispered to me/
Unclench my fist/
And let the universe/
Slide through my bones//