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My grandmother sings
My Grandmother sings with an irish accent
her voice warbles, wrinkly and warm
sweet as a bird's song,
and a hearth in the heart of autumn
My grandmother signs in the room next to me -
Sonnet of Feathers
Can I describe this thing that beats like wings
That steps with every fall of my feet
That sits in my rib cage and sings
What is this thing that flutters when I sleep?
Can I describe this thing played out in keys -
Piano and Candy
Hands held in tight conversation
tongue bitten in sweet concentration
Sticky piano fingers
stretched out like rainforest frogs
and my rainbow toes
pressed up against the body of the thing
Just to feel your heart beats -
Cold
Cold is your warm hand
Soft with gold and rosy cheeks
And the air is sharp
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Morning
Morning is the bees
It is the sun in my eyes
And under blankets
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Because It Is Now
I hold you because
Loving you is stars breathing
Because it is now