Gracie Henderson

Tall building.
A human-made structure.
I am the building.
I look down at level one.
I climb each pole within myself.
I surface each wall that contains my inner parts.
I breeze the many floors
I sweep the many ceilings.
I am not full.
I am empty.
I am ready to tumble.
Tumble down.

Small building.
My foundation is not my own.
I am the building.
My architecture is unbreakable.
I climb each pole within myself.
I surface each wall that contains my inner parts.
I breeze the floor of rock.
I sweep the humbled ceiling.
I am being filled.
I am not empty.

Me Verses Me

Afraid of the shallow. (Secretly).

Thirsting for the deep end.

Can’t seem to stand still

                                       so I continue to swim.

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All day popliteal fossa sweats

              knee crease

but by evening I need a thick skin coat. 

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I need concrete in my chest

weigh me down and make me still

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                            open space fill me up Lord

                            please approach my open brain

know me know you know me more

my words can’t flow stiffened fluid

can i breathe your wisdom in

can i come close

close close close close close to who you are

                                           set off my thoughts

or box them up

Bat

L

Bat EL

Battle

Last night I dreamt of a dimly lit darkness

I spoke with it

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    it was persuasive and affectionate.

Something Lighthearted

We spun in dancing circles
green ground — stomping feet
The air was light in weight
and dark in depth.
He let us play in future thoughts.
Oscillatory motion.

You were beyond wonderful.

calls me sister