“I am not a graceful person.
I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset.
I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks,
I am a broken window during February.
My bones crack on a nightly basis.
I fall from elegance with a dull thud,
and I apologize for my awkward sadness.
I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people,
that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen.
The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm.
You don’t see the lightning,
but you hear the echoes.”

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Louise Ramos

In a constant state of latte high: searching for new places to wander, and new things to wonder----follow as she tries to make things happen.