Tight and Light
Biting the inside of my cheek tightly between teeth and tongue,
I am wearing two layers of pants tight, legs buried.
The tight belt around my waist presses on my hipbones.
My feet tight in socks, toes pressed together straining.
My stomach straining against tight denim.
My stomach folded. A tight sensation within.
Thinking about light poetry, musing about breath and word.
I am taking light breaths in and out.
The keyboard glows light beneath my hands and fingers.
My arms light. My fingers flying like wings and birds.
My hands light like feathers, extensions of thought.
My fingertips light like starling wingtips.
My tight wrists crack and crinkle in spinning circles.
My light thoughts move in circles, spinning light.
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