you gave me a path to walk
when i couldn't see a hand in front of my face.
i would feel my way but trip over sticks and knolls
(you tripped in the car seat next to me last year
you couldn't see my hand neither but because it was water/
glitter/)
fever. i'm spun around my head a thousand times over
you breathe luxurious next to me, i lucked out
i can tumble through the sound and focus
on matching air in,
to air out.
we are really on the water now -
and i know this'll make for a lyric or two
so i beat my hyper heart beside you.
artwork by gonzalo ceballos
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