i was everything no one looks for in advice.
i wasn’t really there. uh, well.. ya. i wasn’t really there. when you say it it sounds so different than when i say it. i i wasn’t really there. i was always moving away. i was always moving upwards, moving outwards. i was on skates. i was riding a bike. i was on an escalator. […]
i keep looking for the line that was waiting in line. scanning for a raised hand at the back of the stanza. for the voice simmering just under the noise and the scribbles. coffee in coffee shops is easy, asking someone else to grind it out and brew it means that you are in their hands for the gift of the sip.