inspired by Sabin Aell's 'I felt yellow with the urge to jump...'
i feel yellow oozing from my pores: wide open, anxiously sucking up
the wind. the red rocks & the searing sun have nothing to do with it--
my run started a long time ago, in a house where somebody hummed:
'i'd fold you & fold you into a packet of indeterminable shape, & push
you down my throat to where you could stay forever.' shapes & lines,
they matter to me like white paint on glass panes, the dawning of soul
past our relentless shiver. to be born again i ran to the cliff. here, look
at me, glass-winged yellow goddess. how i shine during the fall &
you know i'd never regret a goddamn thing.
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