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I mistake homeless shacks
for hunting stands,
on hills with ladders,
roofs of tin.
crying babies.
flickering just like a bad liar.
twitching when you pinch me,
hurt me bad.
the times when you hum when you
tell yourself no one's listening.
I'm exhausted but I love you.
hold me at a concert, swaying like
some tree leaves.
mazes, please don't lose me.
don't do this to me again, gravity.
foreshortened from the foot,
pointed toes like a dancer.
oh, Alice, teach me to float.