the way


You can feel everything at once, and you do, now, like when you stood at the heart of a swarm of monarchs in the summer heat at six and seven and eight and tried to catch them but other times you didn’t try, you just floated in the cloud of orange against the blue not chasing just soaking, just being, absorbing, which is what you learned that you learned much later when you learned The Way. Now you float in the tickle and hum seeming brash and musky to those who would see you that way but you are the breeze and the glow, you know and only you seem to know that you are that precious powder you’d get on your fingers that shimmery orange powder and you’d feel bad like you’d stolen some magic that wasn’t yours the way they do, the way the men always do, but they don’t feel bad do they, they just catch you.


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