the land i stand on
once i made myself slow and thick, slumbered upon those cold stones.
once i breathed in the dawn air; cool, orange, blue.
once this pounding behind my eyes was a story you told me, that i did not solicit, that i did not --
"and i stand and solicit graffitti until he needs the land i stand on -- the plot, hard to follow..."
don't get me wrong, these aren't bruises pulsing beneath my skin, but rather the underwater tiredness of a day spend tending to --
tending.
sometimes i forget to breathe. i spend whole days gasping because of it.
I'm lying to myself.
(I've never been young.)
once i breathed in the dawn air; cool, orange, blue.
once this pounding behind my eyes was a story you told me, that i did not solicit, that i did not --
"and i stand and solicit graffitti until he needs the land i stand on -- the plot, hard to follow..."
don't get me wrong, these aren't bruises pulsing beneath my skin, but rather the underwater tiredness of a day spend tending to --
tending.
sometimes i forget to breathe. i spend whole days gasping because of it.
I'm lying to myself.
(I've never been young.)