I have moved this moment to the eye of the storm.
technology fails, buffoons in the spotlight, surgeries, recoveries, breakups and breakdowns, missed connections, lost loves, torpor and rage, resignation, surrender and hope. the planets are down at the disco, spinning and sliding on their backs.
I had neglected my words and now they sit stalwartly, arms folded, with a thick lower lip and a side saddling stink eye. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. forgive me for my absences.
one beat at a time, I will retrieve you, restore you, revive you.
for now, we will wrestle and growl, burn our knees on the floor and steady ourselves for one step at a time.
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