
Stuck like a cat in a locomotive piston
the notion of a step
gentle out of the strangled light
wrapping around my head like a snake dream
which sliver of mirror fragment reflects me right
Suck the air through your speckled lungs
a gift from endless plastic blade
leather shoes that never seem to stretch
make wonderful ordinary
grateful picked-skin darkness fade
Settled noise from cat-scratch armchair
warm glow from processing blue sky wistful
it’s hard to forgive
the scratchy jumper that leaves you cold
the scalding compass you can’t pick up
see bright the ashen pathways hurtful words outlive
I love the “cat-scratch armchair” and the line “the scalding compass you can’t pick up”
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