we all die, but could words help you to love yourself to death?
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.
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, […]