The Sword
I don’t experience anxiety,
my life is an abundance of
roller skates and candy corn,
bedtime is 9pm and insomnia
is a bad dream I’ve never had.
Babies excite me, museums
inform me, the past is an infinite
waterfall that washes clear blue
and clean, we are human jigsaw
pieces never missing from one
another. There are days when I
can’t form streams of conscious
positivity and then I remember
that clementines exist and half
crescent moons and specks of
gold in the frame of your irises
and I have the power to negate
all the bad thoughts with words
like swordfish piercing through
the depths of an ocean, catching
squid on their bills, as they tunnel
unknowingly through, fearless
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