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and now the fire leaks from me, from my belly, into the new year with all the grace and aplomb of an 8 year-old who's just learned the word 'cunt'...and the rain is still rain, reassuringly so, to extinguish the random bastard children made fromthe fireworks i dance with ( literally and not so, dear)...so with the warmth of vodka in me racing with the blood that made it crave, i shuffle into another rotation around the sun fearlessly swollen in anticipation and full soundtrack.
tonight i wrangled stars and traced scars. i threw huge noises and rose to meet warm hands on my back, on my chest, across my lap. my eyes swayed in languid dances like spiders across the surface of the lake, drinking in glittering denim, the frayed fishnet flags of demidefiance, and the hot white light of ninja strobes pouncing upon prey, stealing another tiny bit of soul.
my mind wandered across crowded downtown bars, waded winter grassed yards in Texas, dove under blankets in old houses with the ghosts of cats, thru tiny white dragon-ringed fingers, across the cold sands of December in the desert, and in the painted shadows of bonfires i was missing. .but i drank my fill of memories with each tip of the glass, and i sat content with the mates i was with, cradling equal parts smoke, yesterday and tomorrow, while simultaneously holding up my part of the bar, and the deals.

the love you take is equal to the love you make