Outer Space
Whirling, and howling.
Just spins and spatters.
So chase planets in your head.
Tingles like anti-thoughts.
Eyebrow raising, gentle gasping, and nodding like brush strokes.
Or even weird pieces of paper thrashing from the words.
I have a note.
Tells her I can’t do any talking.
I chewed my hair like it was death or gum.
Chase planets in orbit.
Or write something with your hands.
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