Trampoline

Fly the Dreams
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

I got invited to one of those

spiritual

woo-woo

women’s healing circles

Some place to connect to your womb and

Heal all the wounds of your ancestors

But instead I

Went to my friend’s house and

Sat outside on her trampoline

After dinner

Four women

In a Circle

Talking about love

She said every day at the gym

He left his hat

On her things

When he came close

She felt herself blushing

Uncontrollably nervous

When so few words were said

“I fall asleep at night

and he’s all I can think about”

So I wonder:

“And when you…you know…by yourself

Is he all you can think about too?”

“Yes, yes — of course!”

Wanting to just write a note

Leave it in his jacket pocket

Do you like me?

Yes/No

Do you want to fuxk?

Yes/No

I’m crawling around on

The tight sprigged fabric

Motioning

Thank God someone feels the

Same way I do

Pass me one of those

American Spirits

She seemed shocked

By my break from innocence

But for the first time

I understood why my mother smoked

Fly the Dreams

Written by

Lover or the object-being loved, I am a woman, and loved-myself most regularly, although I suppose in the human dimension, we all are born as a female.

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