my cold wet hair can't chill me
neither can my open window.
my blankets are on the floor.
i don't need them anymore.
i gave my mom my space heater
and haven't worn gloves in months.
i leave my thick socks in my drawer.
i don't need them anymore.
because i was shivering for so many months,
maybe so many years, and i loved a far away moon
for all that time,
and i thought that moonbeams were bright enough
to keep my heart from going numb,
of course i was wrong,
and the sun rose eventually
and dew disappeared
and even the clouds i didn't see for so much of my life
clapped as they watched me
learn how to breathe
remember how to love
live in the sun
and heal.
