We Can Run
following the sound of your voice in the dark
maybe i have a chest full of stones
or the air is just heavier here
chlorine-soaked hair tangled on a pillow
suffocating on the smell of freshly cut grass
with unadorned sweetness,
with a welcoming calm and familiarity,
with stillness and with hesitation
every morning a sliver of light shines through the cracks around your door
even though sometimes it feels like
we are shattering from the outside in
before we know it, our bodies cry out to us
pushing past the limit
racing into the cul-de-sac
waving your arms to the sky at god
we can run
it’s complete abandon
brains rattling in our skulls
bone against bone
those little moments hanging on my heart
one million light years away
standing on the sidewalk, hailing a cab
and evaporating into the night
