the parting of the parts
i run tongue accross teeth like a stick accross picket fence, a metal cup along prison bars. i hear the click-click-clank like the sound of my own disaproval. the whiskey taste of my saliva is a raging waterfront where no sails dare stand. the kid walking the neighborhood, the inmate taunting a guard, they are one in the same in my mouth-torrent.
my fingers are stubby, skinny bones. they're the color of old pages. i count them against my thumb, one two three four onetwothreefour. counting times, questions, situations. counting days and nights and ifs and wills. one. two. three. four.
on my left hand there is a stark, pale ring where a wedding band would be. it is indented slightly from the tarnished silver i've been wearing there forever now. seems like forever. how many times has that phrase ever slipped from the mouth of a person? "seems like forever." as if we could gauge anything like that?! forever is a stupid word. i didn't used to think so.
in the forever of me i think i've never known what i've wanted. i find myself now musing over that thought with what could best be described as a pensive and amused smile.
i count again on my fingers the choices, i run my tongue again along the inside wall of that thing with which i've made many of my actions and accountabilities.
my mouth asks my hand what it wants, and my hand is silent.
my hand tries to cover and calm my mouth, and my mouth is mocking.
mouth and hand. here we are.
my fingers are stubby, skinny bones. they're the color of old pages. i count them against my thumb, one two three four onetwothreefour. counting times, questions, situations. counting days and nights and ifs and wills. one. two. three. four.
on my left hand there is a stark, pale ring where a wedding band would be. it is indented slightly from the tarnished silver i've been wearing there forever now. seems like forever. how many times has that phrase ever slipped from the mouth of a person? "seems like forever." as if we could gauge anything like that?! forever is a stupid word. i didn't used to think so.
in the forever of me i think i've never known what i've wanted. i find myself now musing over that thought with what could best be described as a pensive and amused smile.
i count again on my fingers the choices, i run my tongue again along the inside wall of that thing with which i've made many of my actions and accountabilities.
my mouth asks my hand what it wants, and my hand is silent.
my hand tries to cover and calm my mouth, and my mouth is mocking.
mouth and hand. here we are.