forgetting every word that has ever slipped past these lips, liquid silk, there is very little holding me here
. it is easy to simply pretend it all away and fill the space with an overwhelming sadness. i used to mistake the slow creeping electricity slithering up my spine as embarrassment. this amuses me now with the darkness clinging to my skin
, simply waiting for the end, as if this were a film.
i try to remember finger painting and crayons
and whether or not i was always so dramatic.
foot after foot along the sandy path i imagine stone eating dragons
in the clouds, wondering if they are quite finished now. the tiny particles settle through the holes in my shoes and i recall his
presence and the great swirling of dust that marked his every step. treading so lightly all this time
, i find it is comforting to be in the presence of those who carry themselves this way.
i've set my clock ahead, so it is two a.m. now. i needed to lose a few hours.