Alison

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Oh, when I hear it I get chills up to my neck,
sigh as though I’ve never felt real relief.
Oh, I think my body must be addicted to the sensation
of the melody it beats in my eardrums,
like some junkie on crystal.

“Listen close and don’t be startled,”
it breathes onto my inner wrist…
That soft exposed part
Darwinism designed almost solely
to be pressed to a lover’s lip.

I think saltwater must have streamed down my cheeks,
because the vanilla sky contained in my
rearview window blurred to an ivy,
and a cathartic tremble
grabbed my hands clenched on the leather wheel.

Oh, when its sound fills me,
my inner voice is no longer in the past,
is no longer in the future.
Oh, I am so, so contained within the now.
Oh, I am so, so contained within the now.

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