Sometimes when I read a poem,
Right after, I have to find another and plunge
Down between its lines, a better kind of baptism,
Just to get clean. I run out of breath, sometimes.
Sometimes, I meet myself in the spaces.
Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.
The music you hear is made available through the creative commons and it’s a bit of a shortened track from the fantastic Summer Spliff by Broke for Free.