"hold everything lightly and nothing will hurt us"
Inadequacy: shards placed just so as not to
stab but rather create small slivers the kind
that sting when you ball your hands into fists
hold everything
like letting go is the same as forgetting
the slivers in your palms deeper and wider
from gripping what has all but broken
lightly and nothing
red rushing to the surface
heat to the wounds, healing against your will
what is numb from consistency and exposure
hold everything lightly for it may still hurt you
like the ache of memory sutured with time gone
arthritic from being recalled
2.14.2012
personal earthquakes
the wares of time
increments of fleeting and stalling
entwined with momentum
forwardness - yours/someone else's
collecting seconds
a bank filled with too long glances
distractions, near misses
saved up, hidden from
where times goes - the forgotten parts of it
painful moments shredded from memory
like pages ripped from a magazine
glossy and thin like promises
recycled with the inevitability of wanting to linger
- and knowing better
time that, regardless of your participation, builds relentlessly upon itself.
increments of fleeting and stalling
entwined with momentum
forwardness - yours/someone else's
collecting seconds
a bank filled with too long glances
distractions, near misses
saved up, hidden from
where times goes - the forgotten parts of it
painful moments shredded from memory
like pages ripped from a magazine
glossy and thin like promises
recycled with the inevitability of wanting to linger
- and knowing better
time that, regardless of your participation, builds relentlessly upon itself.
moments: miniature enough to be survived
Red is glutenous
like the rich velvet dessert my grandparents used to buy for special occasions.
or the curtains that hang heavy on the stage collecting dust and sound, hiding readying
performers from view.
Red is cliche
like the roses stacked in the cooler of that old florists waiting to be de-thorned for less than minimum wage.
or crimson stilettos, the right size for trying too hard or attracting the so-called "wrong attention."
Red is selfish
the color of needless loss, breaking news, the shade of the web-banner on the website that reports your murder.
of headlines, and midnight sirens. death, and other things that hurt.
like the rich velvet dessert my grandparents used to buy for special occasions.
or the curtains that hang heavy on the stage collecting dust and sound, hiding readying
performers from view.
Red is cliche
like the roses stacked in the cooler of that old florists waiting to be de-thorned for less than minimum wage.
or crimson stilettos, the right size for trying too hard or attracting the so-called "wrong attention."
Red is selfish
the color of needless loss, breaking news, the shade of the web-banner on the website that reports your murder.
of headlines, and midnight sirens. death, and other things that hurt.
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