Chris and I shall continue our Melbourne trekking today.
I’m happy to say that one of my jobs temporarily concluded! This is the first weekend since November that I haven’t had to work seven days in a week. I woke up this morning insanely excited about that.
And then I wrote poetry.
raining. outside of my ordinary window.
i sent you sealed envelope confessions.
wrapped in blankets of cause. i wanted
to give you everything. to make you better.
you say you hate it all. you would rather
not talk about being. sick with history,
poison shot through your veins. toxic
routines to withdraw. ways to achieve. nothing
is your center of safety; a two hour fix.
you cannot speak. i keep asking. because
i want to put my pain in your syringe.
if you want to die quickly. shoot me. through
the way my heart enunciates. erase. alone.
difference. between. you and i. although.
i declare my fragmented place. delicate
deviation. if you would. just. tangle my
fingertips. suspending survival. i continue
tenacious grip elements. words. reach.
my place has never been. to make you believe,
i reside in the fact of breezy days. trying
more than you can. will.
until. perhaps. you’re final. injection
restyles. my sting. elucidates. reason.
There’s an influx of my favorite people within a four block radius of each other in Astoria at the moment. When I think about it my heart gets a bit heavy and breathing becomes an effort.
Good thing I’ve got all these books to write… and a job to get… and puppies to dance with… viva distraction.