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a truth

If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.
- Mo Willems

wind that whips peaks into his hair

I told it to my sister then, told her I can’t see pain around his face but skin always has a story.  Who was the last one to touch his back while he slept & why does skin have to be such an invisible map? I want the truth before I run too far.  I want to know nothing but what I tell myself.  I want cliffs to yearn for the pieces they lose.  I want breath strong enough to rebuild the island in my chest.  I want to watch him walk away while someone else walks towards me, a gust of bluff grass, a sky untouched.