re: 12 september 2004 (see a few entries back)
i've worn the skirt (and dresses and pants)
and changed my excuse time after time
it makes no difference whether
the length is short or as long as
the period of time which has passed
since i was last kissed.
really kissed.
their bones are no longer as sharp
as i once saw them, pointed
across that kitchen.
little plastic spoons hung in a row
clattering and shattering in the breeze
will stop sometimes and show me
a piece of the memories.
the boxes are packed tight
and spilling over into 5 years
of the present, miles away from there
but forever present.
polaroids constantly developing,
shape-shifting into things that were
once so clear but now
trains fading further and further
into the horizon
we are all strangers kissing
strangers
kissing
memories.
and changed my excuse time after time
it makes no difference whether
the length is short or as long as
the period of time which has passed
since i was last kissed.
really kissed.
their bones are no longer as sharp
as i once saw them, pointed
across that kitchen.
little plastic spoons hung in a row
clattering and shattering in the breeze
will stop sometimes and show me
a piece of the memories.
the boxes are packed tight
and spilling over into 5 years
of the present, miles away from there
but forever present.
polaroids constantly developing,
shape-shifting into things that were
once so clear but now
trains fading further and further
into the horizon
we are all strangers kissing
strangers
kissing
memories.