universe people

dip down again your toes,

on the night-cold railing lean back,

face snapped pink

do you remember being born?

i remember opening my door, every time.

i dont want it, i dont want any of it! i want to wake up i want to be awake

day-lights

like a stream bursting forth through my chest

after feeling the tightness of it welling up for so long

to find what I thought was lost, floated right away, 

relief is not a word i can understand, it’s something else.

maybe like landing back on earth after spending too much time on the moon

my heart-legs are those of a baby deer again

innocent and enraptured with all of the new life around me

and not sure of what is ahead but still leaning into the daylight

I have memories of driving down winding mountain roads at night, headlights dim but still projecting the shadows of rabbits running next to us. I’d say it was good luck in my head, it meant everything was going to be ok for us. And while I haven’t seen one of them - or even you - in awhile, I hold on to the many we saw before, and hope to find myself in the mystery beyond to where they disappear.

soft

quiet, like I had asked before

so soft and even softer, more than you’d think you could even hear

but I can hear it, like nothing else

maybe still eternally unrequit but if one thing remains of me into the next lifetime,

it’ll be that sound, ringing in the ears of whoever I am to be

i hope i remember and still hold it close

keep forgetting to be myself cuz I’m caught up trying to be someone else

disconnect between the neocortex and the limbic system p.1

everything is too tight

my pants, my skin, my favorite shoes

I feel like a lump, a whole lump

it’s only tuesday but I’ve got a rhythm in my head though

things are moving

if slowly, if one inch at a time, ill

get to there

time is funny here, I almost forgot

you used to be so fun

double exposed distorted glass reflection

woke up barefoot but then I put my shoes on

I used to open my eyes when yours were closed, just to see

knocking teeth

these things are coinciding,

for a Reason or for lack of one, I do not know

alone in my room a light unfaltering, glowing

whiskey pools in my mouth

you used to be so fun

when at last I fall asleep, I’ll be barefoot again