A Dance at Double Intensity

With music, you don’t have to be yourself
for a long time. I look at myself differently
in the mirror, feeling the other side of this
sexy sugar, more bravada. Nothing is new.
My bold lip will create beautiful plants,
a hummingbird, edible flowers filled with
gases, silky soft strands of sparks, barely
breathable. On a little cloud, a crowd of
scents—loss, big memories, their power.


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