Saturday, January 15, 2011


You can't have it unless you give it all back
and you will have to give it back someday,
just not right now. I'll take credit for that
and I'll give it back on a blue Saturday
when things shift just a bit and the weather
makes you remember we're all barreling through
the months, banging into June one moment
and December the next. But I digress. In fact, I only
ever digress. My disasters in love are well
documented but I still get up every morning,
wash my face, and feel closer to something
like a final note in a fucked up symphony. But
that's making more of silence than the ears
can bear the sound of your own feet which
are always and only your own (you live alone).
We get born into the world and perhaps even
come to some vague realization or understanding just in time
for it all to wind down. That's the joke:
you just need to forgive a lot and walk out
into the ocean until you're knee deep in
the churning froth. There you'll find it:
your feet cold, heart racing, nowhere to go but further out,
nothing left to let go of but everything.


Anonymous Anonymous said...


12:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Absolutely beautiful.

1:45 PM  
Blogger caro said...

profoundly moving!

12:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

damn. this is really good. really really. and just what I needed to read tonight. xx

12:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

can i live in your comment boxhood, i need it to exist, really really!!

9:04 AM  

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