theres someone
who is not the other, but
someone else nonetheless
so what do you choose?
the slow and painful weathering
or the sharp bend?
leave me to weather,
because i don't think i can face the sun just yet
not without falling and breaking apart
i will never stop breaking
i havent been one piece for so long
i can barely remember the silence
waking up only gets harder every day
ink looks darker the deeper the ocean gets
we know this
whats there for you to show me?
the light is no longer illuminating
birds are carried by the wind
pushing northeast
i wonder
whats carrying me?
and suddenly the sun is almost up again
and i still dont know what drawer of the cabinet to put myself in this time
theres a hummingbird in your ribcage, thumping against your chest
bruising you from the inside
again
and again
you wave at me through the framed painting of a burning field
you
that makes me feel like a tree in a thunderstorm
like
rotten fruit on green grass
like
a hot summer morning and hot summer evening
like
the ripe, sunwarm flesh of apricot
and decay
youre walking, running
not for the sake of getting somewhere
but to move something that isnt in your hand
intervention: please don't do that
intermission: please stay with me
blue hands like the sun
this is a wall
this is a place
four walls make up a room and it rains inside
its not a room without you in it
you could give this thing a name
(if you wanted to)
please let me hear a hint of bells, a flicker of red
to let me know i have arrived
its inevitable
like a cough, a mass extinction of deitis
