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You we born on a leap year.
Fill in the gaps.
Spinning gears keep catching your cracks,
skipping teeth,
keep calling you back,
telling stories pretending they’re fact.
Let me go. Too unstable to wane.
Chewing wildflowers to numb the pain.

You carry an illness
Practically know it by name
It seldom speaks for you
You learned to tune it away
But It wasn’t easy
Was fond of your writing
It allowed me to see into you
You hid behind the similes like fractal light

Please someone quickly take a picture of me,
So I can think of how I used to be
When restless feet turn to still defeat
And I settle down and out.

Please someone can you get a handle on me
Because we seem to find those in everything,
And if we couldn't we tried, and if we didn't we lied

We called off your guard as we entered the yard
To convince you to redirect some of that rage
Because who fed you rocks while they ate their thanksgiving
And who left you out all alone in their cage

And when you were a pup, I watched you so close
You ran straight to the distance allowed by his rope
You got kicked, you got choked, phrases crept up your spine

To the people making life from lust, abusing trust, and the buttfaces who made fools out of the best of us: You've swayed the public thought that they're all that they've bought, and otherwise they're ugly people that will soon be dust.

To the schools that brought us up and had us 'socialized', teaching us the world through hall passes and single file lines. We are discouraged to ask questions or to raise a fist. No wonder nobody can tell there's something so much bigger than this.

We say everyday that we won't grow up to live the lives that they do. Yet we only walk on footsteps that they set for us instead of clearing paths towards promised lands we dreamt about, and better worlds we read about.

We leave our higher educations that we all 'must' get with a signature stamped paper and a mound of debt. The bank has got us by the throat and then we're forced to settle for the jobs we hate, 9 to 5/40 hour/40 years until the day we are too weak to work, too frail to play. No friends or lovers because they've all passed away. We've waited for this day all of our lives longs, and on our death bed the stereo plays our favorite teenage anthem song. And we sing along.

We're letting it out. The wildest shout. We're showing our teeth. And we're perfectly fine.

These white walls hurt my eyes, they show me the reason why it is that the caged bird sings: they miss all the seasons. They don't feel safe inside what they have been given. They don't feel satisfied being able to look through the bars at the world outside.

We're letting it out. The wildest shout. We're claiming it all. Or just at least for tonight.

If blue skies have taught us anything, it's that there is no such thing as purity. Without the occasional rain cloud, or the winds from the coast that bring in the hurricane that settles the eye, and stirs up the ocean for the waves to arise, and the earthquake that brings down the house that we lie in. This still-water world just contrasts our minds...

You cut our ropes,
left the umbilical,
and now I carry around
this weight of broken hope.
I can’t retrace,
and I lost my hold
and blame myself because that is all
I’ve ever known.

“So, while you’re fixing up your bed and while you’re organizing drawers,
Could you just listen to the problems had with problems of yours.
And What’s that note you’re writing there?
Why are you giving me this back?
This was a gift from when we met back when you weren’t so upset.”

I called in sick from your funeral.
The sight of your body made me feel uncomfortable.