dear october,
i’m 28
i have grays scattered between dyed browns that have tinted red from the suns rays
my body is lived in
my experiences soaked in the marrow of my bones
awake and aware
i’ve felt where the barrel meets the floor
i want to be there again
up to my shoulder in water
deep as the sea
put your ear to the diamond traffic sign
tell me what you hear
hand on your chest
i’ll tap my finger to the beat that keeps you alive
