we fell into unwilling hibernation that early spring. trees hadn’t yet bud their impertinent blooms into the brooding ides of march. life, oblivious, hadn’t yet paid its room and board for an early november check-in. sealed in and slumbering, breathing was made unprecious, mattering dematerialized us, numbness overwhelmed our stored selves. thoughtless meltwater loosened, dissolved, […]
the doors stand neatly nesting resting sleeping keeping time with echoes of the last bell. the halls to walls and ceilings look down on rarely scuffed floors as well. flow has slowed and the body bends low and sleeps restlessly- an empty shell.
in the moment before i fell i smelled irish spring