i shower in the dark.
lay on my back for 37 minutes
& let the water leak up my nose,
stinging my sinus cavity.
close my eyes & ask the questions
i normally wouldn't ask with clothes on.
what do certain voices sound like when they're whispering?
how hard would life be to live without forgiveness?
do baby kangaroos realize how easy they have it?
i dress.
put on the things that make me feel human.
confidence & self in some dirty pants
& a mesh t-top.
i bruise my heels from here to there for several
hours, searching for a connection to this earth.
waiting for gravity to stop me on something
white & fresh & whole.
then i sit on my beaten in, cracked leather sofa
& put my feet up amongst old beer cans & cigarette butts
& i write.
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