Every foot in my poem walks
down halls, looking
for dance floors in
other people. It’s a party
in a foxhole. Invite yourself.
smell the tarmac
shift the gravel. Hold
breath like fire
in the heart of your hands.
Operate your spirit like life
is a beautiful industry.
You have an especially nice notion of how to place line breaks for effect. And just overall, loving this piece! Lots of nice surprises and unexpected bits throughout. Great work!
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