poem

When he speaks
suddenly
(it hits you)
you drop to the floor and begin writing the letter
to yourself
in the future –
but there is no paper,
only pen,
so you write on all your bare meadows of skin
Hope it skins in
So your future self
Will remember
When you come to swim in the ocean
In the rain
In the downpour
And you are so thirsty
So very thirsty
Remember
You are a brave light

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~ by warpaintandwandering on November 9, 2014.

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