February is inspiring
It’s not you.
It’s us.
Give me the ‘thanks for playing’ ribbon and I’ll throw it on the bonfire that’s been going since before my teens, warm myself next to its heat, stare into the shifting flames of memory and wait for love’s long arrow to finally javelin through my heart so I can no longer walk through revolving doors.
There’s a coin slot becoming permanent between my eyebrows
Born of confusion and concern
And it’s starting to make me feel like a child’s ride outside of a grocery store.
Love’s February cash register opens up with a loud I-Ching
There’s no paper money, small change is better than no change, and all the coins have the same face on both sides.
Robbing the hexagrams of variety
There are two paths.
One that goes up and one that goes down.
For amusement along the way, object of my affection,
Insert coin here.
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It’s us.
Give me the ‘thanks for playing’ ribbon and I’ll throw it on the bonfire that’s been going since before my teens, warm myself next to its heat, stare into the shifting flames of memory and wait for love’s long arrow to finally javelin through my heart so I can no longer walk through revolving doors.
There’s a coin slot becoming permanent between my eyebrows
Born of confusion and concern
And it’s starting to make me feel like a child’s ride outside of a grocery store.
Love’s February cash register opens up with a loud I-Ching
There’s no paper money, small change is better than no change, and all the coins have the same face on both sides.
Robbing the hexagrams of variety
There are two paths.
One that goes up and one that goes down.
For amusement along the way, object of my affection,
Insert coin here.
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