Dark,
Silent.
But there was
always something
more.
-----
Sober hottubs
and 6th
grade boyfriends.
-----
From the soul to his
fingertips,
ceiling to floor,
his heart beat for
every layer of paint
that coated the
walls of the tunnels
within him.
-----
The volleyball,
a sun-shaped shade
passes before my face.
Back & forth,
letting in glints
of light.
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Rip it apart
piece by piece
just to put it together again.
Making art from
nothing.
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