Stripes & Bruises:
April 22, 2011 § Leave a comment
a dream in which I was peering through a window and into a mirror on the opposite wall, and nothing appeared but the window, and all inside of it
I was not inside of it
oh, windowframe, you know me better than I know colour
nothing and no one but Noah can save me now- I believe he stopped saving things after the first flood
and even Spike has given me something this morning
I should be reading Arnold, and writing down ‘truths’ about it, and not letting the sun nuzzle in
through my window
the one that doesn’t count
has it ever?
I have been dripping like water from a cracked pot for a lifetime (of pots, dripping, waiting around) and Victorians make me feel impatient
by way of my prelude, I give you water
the clementines have melted on the sill. I told you not to leave them sitting there.