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— Dalton Day

You say you feel like a needle, dropped.

You don’t say that, exactly, but you feel that, exactly.

Swollen is not what we ever mean.

Moon, instead.

Moon, like, Moon the first time we ever made it there & joy was said but fear wasn’t.

The body can’t attack itself.

I don’t say that, exactly, but I believe that, exactly?

I don’t believe that, exactly, but the wind wants to make a sound when it moves through you.

I can’t hear it.

The body does what it does without asking.

I’m covered in hands, Mountain, & now only some of them are yours.

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