lying in bed

listening to Sarah McLachlan

every rhythm familiar

like the lines on my palm

like the lines in my heart

like a girl I once was

who used to lie in bed listening to these same songs

and sit on the choral risers at lunch hour

eating noodles out of a plastic microwavable cup

or pizza pockets in plastic wrappers

looking out at the world

face full of acne

hair full of bad perm

head full of emotions and questions and teenage angst

“dreaming,

I was only dreaming.

I wake,

and I find

you asleep

in the deep

of my heart.

deep…”

edit: found her video for World on Fire today, and depsite having listened to the album and deciding it was uninspiring, the video rekindled a lot of old feelings I had for her music and causes. My favorite bit is about the 10 adopted grannies…

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