Lately
I spend most of my days
Trying to sort out where
My head is
In relation to my heels
And I don’t know what is up and what is down
Is that why you are laughing?
And how can you?
I’m down…
But at the same time
Up
Up
And away I go
Like a needle threads the tight rope I walk
Through the delicate patterns left by the holes in my heart
As a guideline
And a warning
And instructions for warming
Heat at whatever degree you want
And for however long you desire
It’s cold outside and you as the fire to warm me sounds nice
Ice clouds my vision
I’m just sitting here wishing
I wasn’t so cold
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