parallaxis

lifeline

i become un-damaged when you speak to me;

i feel the blood move from my toes, up, up and

circle softly inside my head, gathering kindnesses

you teach and leave with me to inspect. i find

it hard to do, but you know my weakness and its

strength better than i do. and you are never as

surprised as i am at my strong blood, like a

safety net that moves through my veins and

arteries, serving as a clothesline to peg all

my hurrahs and shouts of victory and tiaras on.