Quilt You

Thunder

Words on limbs

Gateway Drug

New

Had to say no

Play ghost

Too much too soon

Gamble

Lost parts of me at the river

Can’t seem to find them

Ocean drift

Usery

Pawn

Co-mingle belongings

Sell shit

Minimal

I hurt like a dog whimpers alone

Hide it

Cast

Shadow must heal

Wait for water

Float

The idea of anyone

Missing

Not you

Place the poem

Gone for good

Stargazer

In me

Pressed too hard in a silent room

Lay softly

Roll

Smoke the sun

Outcast

Hip to the new paradigm

Madness

Sugar plum

You’ll find me

Dancing

Another notch on a headboard

Empty

Fragrant flower

Window with no screens

Arrival

New colors in a new room

Great hill

Big hill

One hill

My hill

Dirt pants hanging on a line

Farm hair maiden loves me

Behind a moon

Northern light

Harvest

Bone

Birth

Carry me home

Kin

To the

Tired

Mountain

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