Lyme Disease and Lovers

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My fourth chakra swells
and thumps in strange ways

I’ll adjust I’ll adjust I’ll adjust,

it beats at 3am or
just past 10

There is no rhyme or reason
maybe a rhythm but that’s
some other vibration

My mouth howls
for… for… for
the fog to clear

For a moment of art
to come tumbling into my arms

like a lost lover with no where else to turn

there she would sit and stare

until I make her into the masterpiece
she’s been begging for the world to see

-Saschia Johnson

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