Flip-Flop

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Every
now and then,
we dance
in between the solemness
of
those eighth notes,
quietly
finding room to
paint
the
room with
the
essence of who
we
once were;
grabbing
and tugging
at
the memories,
in attempt
to
lather
up
the pace
of
our fights,
disagreements,
and the such.
We
step away,
only
to
step closer
to
those flip-flop
moments,
where
your
love
detracts,
and
my
freedom
is
just
beginning.

M.C. Davis

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On Listening

Listen
to
these words
carefully,
and
without
moving those nerve
endings
that
dash
back and forth
in
such a willy-nilly
nature.
Listen
to these tones,
as
they dance
and stammer themselves
into
the upper
registers, like
some Divas
do
after
the curtain
has
dropped.
And
finally,
listen to this
heart,
and he’s
the only thing
grabbing
at
your ankles
when
your best
days
have
slipped
away
from you.

Listen.
Listen.
Listen

M.C. Davis