puffy eyes and runny nose
shaking hands
and that tick thing I
do
that I have noticed
recently
body flutters
that have nothing to
do with
temperature
or the mosquitoes
Georgia rain
has convinced they
are supposed
to be alive still
at night
like vampires
chasing my face for
blood
I cannot spare
my neighbors
peeking through
blinds
wondering about this
ritualistic thing
I do
at night
especially on nights
when my heart yearns
for close
when close is not an
option
it's
the words that keep
me grounded
for now
until I float away
a happenstance of
rising tides
a loose anchor
a pirate without a
port or harbor to call home
so I find home
in the words falling
from my mouth
like so much rain
like if I didn't
practice
someone other than me
would know
or care
why do I care
then I glimpse you
a memory
the clouds
the part of me that
moves through the lonely
like I do
so well
on nights like this
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