Not a Pound I Feel a Mile
when the mile
was never a mistake
My luggage is lighter
than a fistful of feathers
I don’t feel the rocks
through my bedroom slippers
or the grounded stars
pushing me into sand
You make room
for what I want to hold
You found me waiting
waist-deep in the shallows
where smaller fish
are already
where they want to be
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