[ Friday, May 27, 2005 ]
it’s beginning to make sense
what i mean is
i understand
i understand how it happens
how it’s sometimes
a slow progression,
slithering around & through
the kneecaps, nipping
nipping, leaving
dainty red welts
to remember it by
to name
or how sometimes
you look up
in a bathroom mirror
after wiping spit & toothpaste flecks
from the glass,
your hair already in its fist
knuckles white
shit heap
on top of shit heap
eight quarters
isn’t enough
broken broom
isn’t enough
ford pick-up
not enough
your own skin
not enough
static stale coffee too many cigarettes this
urge this starvation this
hungry hungry mind
this need to crawl
outside your
body, to live
10 seconds
5 minutes
30 years
lifetimes
hours
unprotected
wounds meticulously
beautifully exposed
bones bare & wild & winding
through some strange stretch
of highway, in a city
unfamiliar with
the girl you were
or the woman
you’ve become.
~ Rebecca 12:01 AM [+]
