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Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

CREATIVE WoRKS

 

I want to leave here

and go somewhere else,

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and the smog leaves greasy stains on the sides of tall buildings.

I want to experience giant groups of people
gathering in one place to play music and dance,
and when the night slides into an early morning
and the crowed has thinned to get some sleep,

a saxophone plays.

I want to get lost,

to trip over my shoes until I toss them aside
and let my toes breathe

in the scent of ripe streets and graffiti paint.

I want to feel beautiful wearing long silk and soft shades
with my curls bouncing,

long legs sliding across asphalt,

and a hot sun sitting prettily on my shoulders

like a fur mink.

I want to jump up higher than some birds will fly,
higher than some seawalls will go

to glance at the sparkly blue water

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I want to kiss smoke

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as it floats through the sky,
pollinating everything

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I want to pour ink from my fingers

to hear the sound it makes running down skin
and splashing onto the floor,

to watch where it escapes to

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I want to drink in bubbles and leave behind the liquid,
to eat the holes but spare the cheese,

to consume the hickory and the heat

but leave behind the meat.

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