Eff this Helipad! Daniel Sanchez I saw you in the waiting room at the hospital, a stroke of fate, maybeyou were so quiet, so ghostly, and your dress was covered in dead flowersthe same pattern as on the walls. You were as still and still-life as the ferns waiting around you. But still, I saw you, because as quiet as you were, still as a birdhouse on Christmas Eve, I could still hear your firestarter heart, buried, but giving the middle finger to “still” and pounding away under your floorboard skin like you were a drum set. So why pretend you’re an earth girl? Why pretend you’re a fern? Why pretend you need to live your life with your feet already buried in the dirt? You’re no winter, miss. You’ve got that spring fireyou’re a sunflower watered by the promise of waking up each day. You’re an air girl- I can feel it. So be like me- a helicopter trapped in a human body. When I get going, I know how to be LOUD, and when everyone with ears can hear my heartbeat, that’s when I’m really flying. And you? You could join me.
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