My chest stopped moving 3 novembers ago.
my heartbeat replaced by the
faint hiss and crackle of the needle on the record
I sleep with my shoes tied
I don’t know a home that isn’t
in love with its flood water
My back pocket is always full
with
a bus ticket or some other piece of my
travel sized life
Always kept my hand along the wall
searching for a knob or a hinge or a latch
When I imagine myself
I am always leaving
dizzy
on the edge of
whatever’s next
standing still in the snow
cold feet for my own life
About the Creator
Katarina Tyler
Tre Fou
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