And each time I say it,
It feels like moths batting their wings at lamps,
That flicker until the dawn comes again.
I wonder if saying it,
Holds up the clouds,
And strengthens the trees
To still stand like telephone poles
Connecting each city I’ve ever lived in.
For the sake of being outside myself,
Taking walls down,
While still holding my arms tightly around my chest.
I wonder if it feels like this for a while.
Measuring – to feel secure.
Down to the tendons of my feet,
Where fear tickles up my leg
Through wire veins,
And cable cord ventricles as a centerpiece.