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Three & Nine

 
In a box on a book shelf
there’s a picture of me
on my eighteenth birthday,
a champagne bottle pressed
against my lips like a gun
 
an arm full of bracelets
which looked pretty,
but I knew what they hid
just in the same way  
I noted my eyes  
as glassed as that weapon
in desperate hands.  
 
I’d like to pretend  
I gave a fuck about today  
as my calendar celebrated  
another safe trip around the sun,
but I didn’t. Not especially so.  
 
I just laughed at the fruit smoothie
I made with spinach, ginger,
and flaxseed thoroughly mixed
into a thousand little love notes
to my body
 
and I wonder if that’s the real gift
 
to sleep at night
to feel my organs relax
to crave life
.
.
.
I swam today. Slipped beneath
that blue blanket where the world
was silent
 
listened to my heart  
drum in my skull
 
let it wrap me
in its loving arms.
Written by Northern_Soul
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