Bits N Pieces Again

The earth swung under a beautiful moon hanging in a pink candy sky. Looking up at darkness coming, I groped around my insides for the empty spot: I want, I want, I want, but words didn't matter and I was lost.

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We went to a Memorial Day parade in the rain on a Monday morning. Horns and rifles and cameras snapping. Later at the VFW he drank away the years since Vietnam and by the time we were home he was too heavy to drag from the car. I left him there, head back and dreaming of death and fear while I walked to the convenience store. I wanted and wanted and wanted then, too.

I wanted energy and sweat under hot lights. I wanted rhythm. I wanted to be flying.