I Float Like It’s Nothing by Nicole Navarro I walked on clouds decades ago because a net will always save me as I fall into my daily dreams. The chop sticks waltz behind me unnoticed. Vocabulary is bundled in spindles, waiting to be unwoven. But still, crying birds cannot find a word to speak. I created a mate to stare at your empty plate. His eyeglasses rim robotic stares for he is mentally noted, not challenged. Trees are dramatic. Language is a representation of the capacity the brain lacks. theMeadow 13
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