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A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. That's why you can see the grand canyon from the moon. We are a telescope, a riverbed, empty lockets melting into gold. We are hearts breaking bread. Fold me in the napkin poem. Pull tinsel from my hair, from all the past I cannot let go. My bones know the song of our tears, dripping from the faucet, ticking like a metronome. I know there is better music, even in this cabin full of fever. Tonight I'm catching nothing but the lightning bug. My body is a mason jar, transparent as a jellyfish. I wish for a heart you can see straight through, for a voice that glows in the dark, and a few really good friends to skip moon rocks to.
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