work in progress wednesday #23

shlomo

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Shlomo

If I can find a way to be alive in every moment I can make it.

I write this on the fly as if it makes sense.     The one who resembles me
reassembles the memory
I look to them but they see straight through me.

As I fake a life without consequence      I think
              if I can make art then it can make sense.
My body tosses in the bed you own
dreaming that you come to save me
    
    Am I turning your stomach over
making you sick like the months you made me
as
I watch the clock until I know you're up
counting the breaths until my sky gets blue
    
If I were able to I'd give my sleep to you
so that when you wake tomorrow everything feels new
and with the sun and your love
I tell myself I can be okay too

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Note: I am nearing the end of my 25-poem promise to myself! Thanks for coming all this way with me.