Today I bowed my head and wiped a drip drop on one sleeve.
I felt so strangely light and crisp; a papery pile; dry, brown leaves.
Willing for you all to rain,to fall, to roll down to my roots
Tomorrow when I feel not full of water, or of life
I'll will myself to self ignite, and all
of me
will
come
to
all
of
you
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