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I have hung everything I have

on this city.

I push pins in a pattern

write my own heart

on the map.

The minutes I can’t remember

for choking on nothing and laughter.

The nights the wind is so vicious

I breathe in brave and our bodies lift a little.

The change and the waterfalls

and the hearts

I resent for being

so worthy.

The cards I toss on the table

like silent truths that sit on my shelves,

I don’t have any other way to give them.

The kisses that can sing on their own,

I want you to hear you speak without words.

The quiet nights holding this pen,

hoping I can tell someone about everything and you.

You know

you are my favorite city

and the first place

I remember really waking up in.