she's six-foot, two inches tall
and blonde in a see-through-gloves kinda way
she's oddly shaped - okay, she's THIN
but she's really oddly shaped and don't argue
a french accent - I think it's mostly put-on, I mean
she's been here what, 5 years now but
he's always petting me when she's around
as if to sympathize, "so she's incredible, don't feel bad"
and I swore yesterday he gave me the
"i'm not attracted to her" look
The thing isn't that she's french, and blonde, and thin
and the thing isn't that he sees it
The thing is that I haven't been accessible lately
(pretending to be asleep
not paying attention, really)
The thing isn't that I forgot how to fix what's broken
or that I don't know HOW
The thing that really bothers me is
I don't even think I want to try
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 8:10 AM UTC
sun’s warm hands on my shoulders
blinking away time’s curiosities
cool water washing away the film of loneliness
peering into the deep
seeing only yesterday
birds overhead
signaling morning meal
i’m thick in the sand of my own forgetfulness
the catalyst
is just a wave away
and when it comes
i lie to myself that i will be ready
and am surprised at the feel
of a smile flooding my lips
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC