Motion Sickness

1 Nov 2015

Just push me with your littlest finger and

I’d shatter into bright splinters of white light.

George Sand stares at the pianola in ION shopping mall performing Chopin.

She traces the ghostly movements of the keys

remembering where his hands would…

hate

I see green in the back of my throat

my insides keep turning, playing catch-up

with what I see and

where I want to be.

It only feels better when you close your eyes.

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