I’ll Let Myself Down, Thank You
It doesn’t work
Because in a dream I dreamt you said,
“This isn’t something serious.”
And I know, and I know, and I know…
But let a napalm heart pretend.
I see a million ways to ford the river
If I had not stomached so many stones
Too many too manies
Too many how would its
Too many I’m olds
Such a sweet thought
Such a beautiful coal in the folds of my coat
And I shall warm my fingers memory-side
From time to time while I can
You skipping stones
Your sleeping bones
You pulling me up from below
It doesn’t work
To let you go with my eyes open
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Maureen Armstrong @haikkun
Reblog cuz #napalm iz close to my heart also
