Why I need/want
December 12, 2010 § Leave a comment
Throat clearing like a forest in distress.
I am on fire for an entire five seconds.
I lick my teeth to remove lipstick smudges. I click my case shut. I shuffle paper.
Can’t love. Won’t love. Don’t have the love to love. Don’t have the love to give.
I am you of yesterday. You break I; now I bear I.
Look at the island, says the wave to the whale.
What does it feel like to be washed ashore? What does it feel like to give?
Is the sky too cracked to be sealed? Surely you want sunlight? Surely you want yellow in your windowframething? Surely?
Is the sea too salty to be swallowed?
Am I too unsure to be a sure thing? Is the tree too tall to be torn down?
Is the attic too dark to be slept in?
AM I TOO DARK TO BE SLEPT IN.
Are we too dark to be seen in the dark?
ARE WE TOO DARK TO BE
crept in on.