i always wondered where everyone
got their batteries from
until i realized i
was a wind up toy
not a battery operated one
my spine is an accordion
pushed down with
the weight of some musician
expanded by the same
my heart is a muscle
made of paper and charcoal
my lungs are memory foam
they remember what it's like
to breathe without you
my brain is an interpreter
for all the battery operated toys
i never got the hang of a second language
maybe because i had already learned one
my mouth wants to tell you things
sometimes i swear it wants to go solo
sometimes i swear i wish it would
tongue tied and teetering on an edge
of course the edge is only five feet
off the ground
i am still afraid to jump
for I've been fooled before
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About the Creator
I make things with paint and words and light. I was once described as an asshole with Mr. Rodgers vibes.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Something new love it the lines from "battery operated toy".
This is sublime! Love how it progresses and gets darker, sadder, and deeper. Congrats on Top Story! I am now subscribed and looking forward to reading more of your work!
very nice one!
Goodness, I loved so many of your phrases and word choices and formatting. Really beautiful work. Congratulations on Top Story!!
This is great. Congrats on the top story
Very playful and pining, nice job!
Ohhh, so good. Great work, River! Enjoyed this very much!
Soooooo beautiful and relatable!
Oh wow. I had to read this twice, once in silence and once aloud, to fully appreciate the form of the words. Even so, I can't help but go back and read it again. Thank you for this. ❤️'d and subscribed :)
A magical metaphor. Thank you for sharing this.
Great write! Loved it! 💞
Thank you for sharing this peek into your workings. I am particularly struck by the motif of movement, and what it is like to feel propelled (or frozen) by external forces.
Why is this one haunting me right now? A very interesting take on inner resources and how we live... ;)
Outstanding and evocative, as usual. I love your poems, River. Congrats on a well-deserved Top Story!