Dynamic Duos


Sitting at a red light, I watched a white Lamborghini come speeding around the corner with a black motorcycle, the driver clad in all black too, racing after it. I was sitting in my Honda CR-V, mildew growing on the weatherstripping. I felt covered in moss, too; another dynamic duo of sorts. The moss is a reminder that this body is a place to grow, but right now, I am sick of growing. I thought about what I would give to feel the air rushing over my skin; my hair behind me, like a chemtrail, and any piece of me that is not mine, ripped off and left to the wayside. A lot. I would give a lot. But right now, I have to sit at red lights, and watch motorcycles chase Lamborghinis.

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Steps in Some Direction


Looking at the sky
I realize that I have not paid nearly enough attention to it over the years
Has it ever been this shade of blue before?
Have I ever seen this shade of blue before?
Have I ever felt this shade of blue before?

And now I am realizing
I have not paid nearly enough attention to anything
But if I close my eyes
I can remember the feeling
Of the sun kissing my skin
After months of hiding
Of warmth from concrete seeping
Into the bones that feel like dust under my skin now

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