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from Catarrh by ibid.

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So, back to sleeping with my arms around my head, as if to keep the plates together, and waking to an aching jaw — the windows can’t keep out the cold. My skin is still to fair, my eyes still too old. I won’t wake up on the far side of winter without phoning everyone I know for their company, and their bad ideas, and the air they bring in with them. I keep forgetting lines that should be in my blood. But when the walls fold in at the seams, and my breath is short and sour, and my dinner sits cold on my plate, and I’ll drink anything but water, and my bed is all torn up, and my canted love is gone, they come back: “Now I am light, now I fly, now I see myself beneath myself, now a god dances through me.” So get your shoes on.

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from Catarrh, released December 1, 2014

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