Air

For just one moment I forget about
Being told “no”
By 3, 5, and 9 for 1, 6, and 9
Being told “no, but”
By out loud laughter

Each step is a clawing memory
Both left behind in dark boundless nothing
But when I stop running
They catch up to me

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