i say i'm lucky to be alive,
so i can watch people eating fruit
and feel your hand in mine!
i want to ring wedding bells,
and watch teenagers give each other bite marks on forearms.
i'll lead, and you can follow,
until the vibrations from these kids' cellphones become a song,
as heart breaking as the one i sang in tenth grade,
pulling my lips apart,
teeth apart,
do-re-mi into the night sky.
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