its the place i feel safe
in this leather castle
with its little wheels that bumpbump
along the continents
i sit on this ridged floor
and watch my life sway around me
in tandem with the wings around me
hanging from hangers folded into small pieces
and memories fold up so tight
so tight so tight
and this is the place where i am right
because no one puts down roots
when we're in the air (take off
those adjectives those definitions)
cause here we're in transit
we're in no-mans-land
because here is where we never grow up
here is where each time is the first time
to say goodbye to learn to fly
to understand what these ridges in our spines
are for-
standing like battle towers as we curl
around black holes that steal our stomachs
make us something inconcievable
into something unbelievable
a creature irretrievable in our freedom
because i'm in my leather world
bumpbumping across the continents
this is the place that i feel safe
i fit so well inside a suitcase
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