pudding head in the sky

There’s dirt on the ground now

And it seems like the rain stopped

And it’s interesting

Because I’ve never been off this porch before

It’s been storming my whole damn life

What’s it like to take a step

To breathe for the first time

To stretch my back out

And to just be good with it?

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