My separateness becomes obvious, noisy
sends my face seeking
asylum in armpits or elbow crooks
eyelids pressed right up against that infinite
distance, fumbling the translation
of ever expanding languages
I’ve put my alphabet all over this new skin
but we’re illiterate in the dark, here
fingers blinking like cursors
between my shoulder blades
they speak in code to freckled galaxies
under the warm soup of night noises:
heat pipes, traffic two blocks down, a radio
turned really low
This stillness doesn’t calm me, I want
to claw through the roof just for
an examination of all those dots,
patternless harborers of endless wishing
2 comments:
actually, for your knowledge dear cousin, i started reading your blog after sara stopped posting on hers a full two weeks after she started it. surprise! i liked your musings on snowdays, then and now. let me just say, i'd take the massive amounts of snow over the ridonculous amounts of wind and rain we've been getting any time. fact. now if you'll excuse me, there are some mini mars bars that need devouring. ta.
Listen, Houston, if you THINK for one SECOND that all this "I read your blog" talk that contains a bit of sara-mocking as well as praise for my writing is going to elicit some sort of forgetful mercy regarding a certain deficit in your wallet combined with a certain bar tab you have another...well...[much indignant huffing]...[pause]...well you are entirely correct.
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