There is a home

Sleepy text to burn
I didn’t recognize my own foot
Jaw tight, shoulder sore
floating, hazy head
grateful to not leave today.
Harried animals
finding resistance painful
fall like a cat from a tree
and be like water.
Why resist why walls
it’s a breakfast of champions for us all
this place is outpacing us
while we dream up disorders and distort the altitude
taking refuge in nothing
and breathing deep to save us all.
– July 6, 2024

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