and my heart ceased to race so frantically, I posed proper
breathing in (why cant I completely let it in?)
breathing out (missing you so bad, my "miss yous" miss you)
reaching out of the insides
leaves me full of enormous empty
clean again,
content for now
My whole body becomes more steady,
stealth
as stationary as Sinai
as soft as a sigh
or a cobra, coiled or reeling from an attack
sometimes the mouse that's about to be devoured...
or maybe, truthfully, becoming n o t h i n g
a board on the old wooden floor,
a blade on the lazy fan that barely moves the simple air around,
I disappear
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