Thursday, April 15, 2004
inout. inout.
skip.
inout. inout.
steady rhthym, paints my heart in assymetry.
there was you.
skip.
there was you.
and all the while, in my skip, i'm
lying dormant and still,
idealizing your return.
skip forward.
your voice pounds in my ears, steady rhthym in which
there is no pattern at all.
i'm imagining.
skip.
i'm imagining.
so maybe i'm all alone.
on my floor, in layers of blankets and layers of
memory, refusing to roll over.
but your jacket, and the space i left next to me
(on the good spot),
can suggest or pretend
i still have you with me.
i will have you.
skip.
*bettie* at 9:54 AM