Torch Coral
Long tubes of air
colored pink to orange to twinkling
licking water, tasting with neon ends.
Carpets of coral like a discarded bath mat
hanging off the side of rock
soft and short like babies toes.
I am outside of these, filled with dissonance. I, quiet on the couch with legs crossed and eyelids half lifted, am watching outsiders that the torch coral cannot sense - even with hundreds of bubble ends that taste and feel but cannot see.
A wheel squeals protestingly down the hallway, carrying chairs to an impossibly filled hotel. It is unheard through inches thick glass but the sound echoes in my head even after it has rounded the corner of the long corridor.
Three men, business suits. One skinny, one fat, one good looking. They buy and sell, talk currencies of water pumps and fish. I cannot look at them because I cannot look away from the slow dancing of the coral. It is swaying to a silent melody with a velveteen partner who slips, waves and slides, envelopes. I cannot look at them because I have no eyes for seeing men who look back but do not notice.
colored pink to orange to twinkling
licking water, tasting with neon ends.
Carpets of coral like a discarded bath mat
hanging off the side of rock
soft and short like babies toes.
I am outside of these, filled with dissonance. I, quiet on the couch with legs crossed and eyelids half lifted, am watching outsiders that the torch coral cannot sense - even with hundreds of bubble ends that taste and feel but cannot see.
A wheel squeals protestingly down the hallway, carrying chairs to an impossibly filled hotel. It is unheard through inches thick glass but the sound echoes in my head even after it has rounded the corner of the long corridor.
Three men, business suits. One skinny, one fat, one good looking. They buy and sell, talk currencies of water pumps and fish. I cannot look at them because I cannot look away from the slow dancing of the coral. It is swaying to a silent melody with a velveteen partner who slips, waves and slides, envelopes. I cannot look at them because I have no eyes for seeing men who look back but do not notice.