they all love to tell us to
slow
down
so we (delicately) pack our lives into soft old bags
like our insides live in our outsides
old bags
and we take ourselves
to bodies of water
and we unpack it all
and we (delicately) leave everything at the edge
because isn't that where we leave life
at the edge
and then we (slowly, very slowly)
walk to the sea
each inch another cold and wet marker
that feels heavy
and yet
when we lay back
even wearing our thick crowns
we close our eyes
and realize
the sweetness
the slowness
because we can float
instead of drown.
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