Daylight savings time — 5 AM The sun rises up over the Cascades And I imagine the world to the east. Kept awake; your smile is the spark The soul in the melody The flame to a lantern Hung high inside my heart Exposing sheet music and poetry Pulling it from dusty forgotten shelves Of time, memory, and the unspoken Hidden by darkness for so many years Helping me find where I lost My box of matches During all that darkness
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She started smoking again Feeling bones by finger curls And the nauseating hunger For someone to understand The hard lumps under skin And the satisfaction of a visible scapula Under the crushing, suffocating, smothering Weight of ten pounds Against the pull of Earth’s gravitational force When the greatest ally against one condition Becomes the pain of another Hoping that at the end of this cigarette She will find the cremated remains Of her claim to have it all under control
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