We threw ourselves around the room
Last Friday.
Pulsating and delirious with liberation.
We’re scrambling to find out who
Are the triangles, the circles, the
Smiling as the snow melts into the
Wishing for things we already had.
No survivors
In the mass takeover we plan
In doorways,
Like we had semblances or clues,
Dancing that subtle getaway dance and
Like we could break.


~ by Jade Elizabeth on February 8, 2012.

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