We lost ourselveseyes shut in a kissour lips the threadthat held us to the earth like a balloonwhile we floated in the cosmic cotton of spacetoes dipping in the pools of blackcooling our bodies—until we awokein wet woolin the rain of realthe mists of morningsoaking in a parkso cold but warm with youandonly the rainto remind us wewere there at all. Other Poems Read Today:"I Wanna Be Yours" by John Cooper Clarke“Song" by Allen Ginsberg Thank you to Native for sponsoring this week's episode. For 20% off your first purchase, visit nativedeodorant.com and use promo code ATTICUS during checkout.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com