at the disco
Annabelle Fields


the garden where i wanted to be naked  
was it yesterday at all

living beyond what seems inhabitable
and what is dangerous

the squeaks from the gym

swinging myself after hours
while the teen boys
play basketball

one two
one two
seveneightnineteneleven
and the lights get so loud that i scream

i want to sprint

to successfully transplant my heart
for the senior prank

to know what the opposite of death is like
for once

because what is an unsuccessful heart transplant
except the odds

and what is danger
and what is not


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