COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
where do you put your hands when riding your bike with no hands?
I cross mine
or text you
or write poems
on my phone.
I put my arms in the air
and scream.
I push my knees
as if it helps
me go faster,
but I never let
my arms just dangle
by my side.
I'll always be blue,
always have
I guess.
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