I take every thought of you to the very end like a train, or a space shuttle, idle and warming the dark side of a planet, a phone book under my feet and a cold pulse against my sore arm, today I understood how sadness can be called a "gulf"; how karaoke may be the closest I come to another me; how to peer off the cliff of my mind; how to devour books on the floor; how Juliet and Romeo should have really talked it out; how every person makes every other person disappear; how the coldest stars in space glow red, red, red; how post offices are either closed or too crowded; how I can handle everything but I am good at nothing; how I love outer space and the seafloor and never want to be scared of you; the ocean stirring itself forever; I take every thought of you to the very end.
End-of-Month | webzine and blog
Reflections on the end… of the month.
End-of-Month | webzine and blog 