note to self
when you were young did you believe in every thing you couldn't see
and in your mind you saw deft hands weaving the noise of your demands
back in those days when i would sleep waiting in bed there i could see the darkest tendrils of my dreams
floating in wisps out of my ears,
and i would pull them from the air,
and i would cleave them to my chest,
and keep them tight between my ribs with careful stitches of pink thread
and your older brother lived away, and his insides were made of snakes
and your heart was filled with tiny birds and so you kept away from him
though when he left to go to war, you stood and waved from the platform,
and when he finally returned you found that
all the snakes were gone
and in your mind you saw deft hands weaving the noise of your demands
back in those days when i would sleep waiting in bed there i could see the darkest tendrils of my dreams
floating in wisps out of my ears,
and i would pull them from the air,
and i would cleave them to my chest,
and keep them tight between my ribs with careful stitches of pink thread
and your older brother lived away, and his insides were made of snakes
and your heart was filled with tiny birds and so you kept away from him
though when he left to go to war, you stood and waved from the platform,
and when he finally returned you found that
all the snakes were gone