-truth-

will you meet me in the spaces
between our fingers

become tiny
atom-like

indivisible, but one

(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)


trade electrons

become
heavier
elements

----


a hollow note
crawls up
my throat

when you
depart

----


twenty minutes to dawn
(i know this because we've been here before)
in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace
this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets

this look

it's the same
and in this moment

this moment is again

----



and your voices
singing as the past
ricocheting off
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
strum afar
voices lamenting
as one.

your mother


----


when i
those
it's like
but i
that
i can't
what did
can you
know that
wait

----



you are farther away
when i am with you

than when we are
so far apart

----


i do not have a traditional clock
that could tick away the night
in even tones
to focus on
when i'm trying my hardest not to be awake

----

i only have digitalisations left
for metaphors

----

and i know
no matter what colours
what sounds
and what repetitions
available
i will never
be able
to run away
from your name

----


there is a fear
that smells
suspiciously
like hope


----


it's time the future
gave up


----


is it?

or is my mind
just trying
too hard

----


did i believe it was you
in those words

perhaps that wasn't
what mattered

----

the insides
of a flower
feels like
the need
to scream

----

if i was walking
and dropped these bus tickets
by accident

i wonder who would pick them up
(if at all)

i wonder what their shoes look like
how soft their fingers are

i wonder the thoughts they'd be thinking
when they read mine

----


i slipped once
grasped a hand
to stop from falling

easiest way to lose
a few years

----


i wasn't
and you knew it


----



the cold seems alive
when i open my eyes
and forget the warmth
is missing


----


sometimes there's a mask;
sometimes a ball
with whirlwind skirts
and shining black shoes
mist covered eyes
and the most ridiculous of costumes

seems to be mine