the reason I don’t recognize you
in pictures
is because you are not your body
that body is merely a convenient container
I could be blind
and still, you are beautiful
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Poem #758 – sleep & grow
sleep
dreaming of arcades and big wins
pushing away those warm nightmare arms
grow
stretching out and up
a warm skyscraper made of bone and skin
devastate
winning problems and aches
splinters of bone crashing to the ground
exist
pretending to be mostly okay
creating my beige bone picket fence