Monday, August 17, 2015
Ctrl+F, find, enter: "forever", "pasta", "dog"
i find myself with extra room
on my hands, the parts that go unused seem to
twitch, parts i have not been able to use, parts
i treat as the bedroom down the hall
that we do not enter anymore
because of the ghost.
like my voice after a 6 hour bus-ride
when i forget the sound or
if it ever existed in the first place
Ctrl+F, enter: "poem", "bed", "broken wrist"
i find myself with extra time,
paint doors, fall out of trees, learn how to speak French
but only the curse words. parts i have not been able to
fill yet, holes in the sand that must be
widened. scientifically, if i spread the emptiness far enough,
it begins to contain the entire
if you split an orange open
the peel no longer contains fruit but rather
everything in the world other