(no subject)
mayday
the breeze blows you forward and you have to duck to avoid the cautionary umbrellas. it's not raining but the air is v. wet, as though it's bleeding. you can't hear it in the trees because they are pared down to the skin, naked and motionless. the twigs just more caverns for the wind to squeeze through. close the door behind you.
drip off, a single hand through your hair, wiped then on your jeans. coffee cups smile red at you, undulating throats taking down gulps with silent packages of air. here we are all conspiring, here we all noticed you walk in, and you don't have an umbrella. well you can't borrow ours, and don't think about stealing it. cut your hair, shave your face, step, step, step.
you're lazy and you hate people who are lazy and you love yourself so dearly, so innately. you won't notice when you misstep, you'll chalk it up to the man you are. each time you breathe, you are more of a man, that's the way it works, yes? take time aside to try not to think about what that means. you'll get the hang of it.
revoke her right to make you feel. make yourself feel, force yourself to do it if you have to. catch a bus and ride it until it starts raining and get off. straighten your back, stop looking tired, and make the umbrellas walk around you. don't float but step. step on what happened and make it a step in the right direction.
the breeze blows you forward and you have to duck to avoid the cautionary umbrellas. it's not raining but the air is v. wet, as though it's bleeding. you can't hear it in the trees because they are pared down to the skin, naked and motionless. the twigs just more caverns for the wind to squeeze through. close the door behind you.
drip off, a single hand through your hair, wiped then on your jeans. coffee cups smile red at you, undulating throats taking down gulps with silent packages of air. here we are all conspiring, here we all noticed you walk in, and you don't have an umbrella. well you can't borrow ours, and don't think about stealing it. cut your hair, shave your face, step, step, step.
you're lazy and you hate people who are lazy and you love yourself so dearly, so innately. you won't notice when you misstep, you'll chalk it up to the man you are. each time you breathe, you are more of a man, that's the way it works, yes? take time aside to try not to think about what that means. you'll get the hang of it.
revoke her right to make you feel. make yourself feel, force yourself to do it if you have to. catch a bus and ride it until it starts raining and get off. straighten your back, stop looking tired, and make the umbrellas walk around you. don't float but step. step on what happened and make it a step in the right direction.