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This is for the two-year-olds who can not be understood because they speak half english and half god.
Aski have touched so many things
leaving memories on all of them
that doorknob only feels dirty
because it has all of the afternoons i ran outside as a kid on it
my skin is made entirely out of these things
everyday it changes, shifting
constantly outgrowing some while making more
they are as light as prismatic feathers
when i dance around, the room is filled with them
shaken off from my shoulders and hips
and if i were to sit still for too long
i reckon this coat of prismatic feathered memory might get too heavy for me to stand again.