Calgary, the Moon, and Home

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 01, 2018

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you could take me
by the collar of my shirt, pull me down
into the earth.
pull my awkward skeleton into the dirt,


into the ocean.
baptize me and wash me with salt and fish bones,
then fish me out with piano strings and hooks.
that way, i can be clean enough to come home.
my lungs will be full, but so will be my blood.

your blood, dripping down your dress,
coloring the sidewalk, i envy you.
i wrestle you.
i could take the sunset,
use its gold to color your hair, and my eyes
to look like yours.
i could push my limbs towards you
i want to be like you, friend


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