My ribcage is about to overflow.
Sunlight, glinting on white tooth,
this field is about to overflow.
Sunlight is the color of
my eyes.
I am so happy.
The sunlight is liquid.
Yellow.
Ringing like a bell.
Sometimes it's okay to scream
into the horizon
like a collapsing star.
It's always okay to overflow.
Let the clouds carry you.
Let the sun eat you.
Let your ribcage overflow,
no matter what.
Photo by Amanda Grupp. Words by Randy Conner.
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