I am not getting smaller,

shrinking with feeling and letting go,

putting up all my defenses

to quit the confusion and instead use your hand.


I am not standing too long,

shivering until my bones feel so far away,

they crack like those arches and I am the gate.


I am not holding too tight,

forward and back like my constant insanity.

I am not knotting these fishing line heartstrings,

catch and release like those signs used to say.


I am not flying or falling,

I think here I am grounded.

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Written 5/14/17

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