consonantberry

In Poetry on July 23, 2014 at 9:04 pm

I have tears inside my happiness

And like a window open to traffic,

Exhaust. I know that byproducts

Happen, that costs always occur.

The wind in my hair isn’t free but

How much it feels unborrowed. Me

And that expensive velocity, we

Are good for journeys but journeys

Aren’t good for ever. I would brake

My appetite to thin out into escape

If there wasn’t still gas in the tank. 

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