I’m a naked body of nervous energy
hyper-aware and over-exposed
I know every time I open my mouth
I am showing more of myself
than I have ever – than I would ever
now that I am sober
ish – close enough – mostly

I am trapped, endlessly, in my
seaside city
tied to a university, to people
that don’t yet know me

I want a year – two –
I want West Coast
sun in my veins
space enough to write
if only, give me a week – two
to wrap myself back up
in words and bedsheets

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