Tired

This tired is almost too much

I am almost too much

These fields and mountains

Are few too familiar

I strange one with tired spine returns

Wonder is 6 years long and wrapped around trees

They didn’t think I would make it

But I bled myself back again

Pulled feathers out of hair

I am almost too much

Hanging between limbs

Body stretched between buildings and mountains

Sky lit up in my belly firefly flashes of

I am tired dreaming about skunks and faces in doors

Boat basins and all that follows from the water

eyes wet with red and the bare tree stretching into

I am tired

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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