show me the moon on the grass
let me smell
the moist earth that comes with quiet darkness
water moving over rocks
because these things calm me
show me how to make broken
things
whole again
let me show you the paths
my tears take
when I choose to let them fall
without wiping them away, cheeks, chin, chest and crevices
I came down
in the dark to write it right
even though
my eyes are swollen salty
my breathing deepened by my sleeping pill
because like before you
my writing is the only thing
that holds me
somehow
together.
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