Nicole G.

Center Circle

I spend my time inside my head,
At Center Circle
Five person bed.
Upstairs, outside
We own star shine
And take it in,
The air divine.

The moon and Jupiter light the way,
Cuffs soaked to our knees.
And fights forgotten with the sun,
Are long and gone by morning.

And everyone I want to hate,
For stones they sat there throwing.
Are lost to laughter of the ones
Who don’t know where we’re going.

The streetlight’s spotlight on our scene,
Puts on a show for the heavens.
And for just this one moment
I forget all I’ve forgotten to mention.

Pinecones and stolen gourds,
Now sit as shrines on bedroom floors.
Where we paint impossible rhymes,
Behind your closed doors.

The pictures are better in person
It’s the colors we see,
There’s no sense in rehearsing
When you have to be free.

Every picture you put down,
Every stroke you paint,
Everything you draw,
And every time you sang,
‘All things go,’
I knew I’d found my place.
At Center Circle
Wake up the next day,
In tangled arms and legs
A mess in a five person bed.


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