Expats

by admin on August 19, 2010


With no notice or explanation

We’ve ruthlessly fired our former selves

And have closed the position.

Nudging the sky

Or punching the ground,

We refused to fight the everyday.

We freed our feet from the creek bed,

Touched our toes to our foreheads,

Broke the surface

And violently filled our lungs.

Unbeknownst to us,

Our minds were unmemorizing numbers

Our skin and hair was renouncing its code

Our eyes were sharpening and resharpening

With each flicker of the fire.

On orange strands in darkness

On primitive and peripheral fears

On blue on blue on sparkling blue.

And so we went.

To raise a child under a warmer sun

To watch wind over sand

With a bird in our chest

And sweat over dust on our skin.

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