I played in thunderstorms,
Up to my ears in the water at
Black Mountain Point.
However tall the sky goes
This is something only you know:
When rain comes, I soar
Yet as the sun arrives I falter
And get a little smaller…
The trailhead told me it would be miles
Until the view resembled
A body, my lake.
I forgot the headaches,
How light hurts the tops of your eyelids.
An imaginary number
Carved into my stomach.
She said girl, we woke up one day
Speaking foreign languages
To bodies we couldn’t see in pure light.
I play in thunderstorms
Up to my ears in the water.
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