continual

My heart. glorious chattering

my heart exploding into birds that swoop and dive 

like a fast lava lamp. I am alive and I want to be alive

in my body. I want action within my chest, for there I surge.

I give my life over to the surging and to the birds.

Come on, birds. Fly! I freeze them accidentally 

when I climb up into my brain and wrap myself up in a blanket,

streams of words freezing my birds like cold magic rain. 

I am going to get into the right pants. 

They are going to walk me down my path. 

I am going to get into the right shoes. 

They are going to walk me down my path. 

I am going to put on the right dress.

I am going to connect with the person in the mirror. 

She is going to get out there and live her life. 

Yes! I must remember this is what is happening.