Some Nights
Some nights I burn
pull ideas all sticky with thread
like spider silk
staining the backs of my hands
Some nights
I fly in hearts
counting paper orbs like sheep
gathering in baskets
Some days I mistake for night
lick the stars
from street lamps
and tie strings with little bows around
my kindling body
pull ideas all sticky with thread
like spider silk
staining the backs of my hands
Some nights
I fly in hearts
counting paper orbs like sheep
gathering in baskets
Some days I mistake for night
lick the stars
from street lamps
and tie strings with little bows around
my kindling body
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