Ceiling cracks


I wonder at the ceiling

seeing so many nights pass.

Will this view be the one I see,

when I am 80?

I want a new ceiling,

I want fireworks

I want stars

I want warm eyes that gaze down

and burrow under my walls,

my bridges, my secret places.

I want clouds

and tree branches

the spaces between leaves,

where you hold your breath,

wanting the first thing I see,

when I wake,

to be your face

instead of a ceiling.




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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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