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enough of that, turn on the moon
I’d remembered it as a terrible thing
when that switch flipped
the survival click that says
“you’ve felt enough of that, love”
I’d remembered hopelessness &numb
as a traumatic acceptance of bygones
settling in for the long haul
losing sight of the fact that this
is what cages were for
that we can be trained all our lives to pace
roar to an audience
to bash our heads against bars
that have long up &left only dust
and us, alone in the ring
I was ready
when the night lights came on this time
turned my face to the moon &the world on fire
flecks &embers floating
glowing warm &unbothered
no audience
no bars
when that switch flipped
the survival click that says
“you’ve felt enough of that, love”
I’d remembered hopelessness &numb
as a traumatic acceptance of bygones
settling in for the long haul
losing sight of the fact that this
is what cages were for
that we can be trained all our lives to pace
roar to an audience
to bash our heads against bars
that have long up &left only dust
and us, alone in the ring
I was ready
when the night lights came on this time
turned my face to the moon &the world on fire
flecks &embers floating
glowing warm &unbothered
no audience
no bars
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