1. Delivery

she's butterflies
rotoscoping air pressure gradients
when the clouds can sit
back relax & 

above the day
above this time
or impossibility, one-sided
and kinda secret a little bit, like
afraid to say to your face, like
afraid to admit words could bend wings
and if i could admit words could bend wings
would words lift
above anything,
basement bars
TTC streetcars
communting times
sing in the car, guilty as charged
pop-punk and maybe i'm just beginning

sometime in the morning
i'll write a letter where
all i'm really trying to say
is that
when I walk,
it feels like i walk in complete darkness
i worry if i fall
there is nobody to catch me


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