the break of summer
the words float above my head, a thousand unwritten sentences rearranging. typewriter letters shifting in a messy black and white cloud. if i wait for the honest ones to settle into view...
im afraid i'll never again feel in my life the love i feel for you.
my heart film still hides from the light in a canister, waiting to develop.
hoping for a picture-maker.
the picture-maker.
i've been putting off my feelings.
but it's alright, now.
the nights are cooler, crisper.
i sleep with windows open.
the curtains float in the wind.
i wake mid mornings to sunlight.
decaf coffee and friends porches for cigarettes.
there are nights of deep meaning.
and there are nights of beer.
protein and vegetables.
puberty.
a seriousness for my heart.
the company fewer, but more qualified.
life is in the present.
here is not always easy.
but now is what im forced into.
as i try for grace.
i do not know what's coming for me.
or if i'll be ready when it comes.
or if i'll want to be.
or if i won't.
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