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Come With Your Arms

Saturday Looks Good To Me


Come with your arms
Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart
Shining a beam if you come in the dark
To show every part
And make yourself light as the air
Come with your hands
Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags
Packing your past into old plastic bags
The darkness will drag
'Til you feel like the only one there
So how could you even begin to believe in
The things people say
The world in that way?
And could you see me there
With car keys and wheelchairs
And things thrown away?
Come with your bones
And the long list of names that won't leave you alone
Posing as problems pretending they're poems
They glower and glow
As they spit sanctimonious swears
And come with your paws
Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw
With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw,
The worst of them all
Til you feel like the only one there
So how could you even begin to believe invisibility?
In a world you can't see?
We clatter and clamor
We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves.

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