I write in runes. I mean to
leap the alphabet. The orbital
spin of time and me dizzy and all. .
I will write you tomorrow,
shake the mica off my
thoughts. You will not
walk with me among the
glacial shores of thinking.
I will return a fossil of
millions of years,
along the edges
of meaning. I am not
unfamiliar with your pace
along the beach where i
lie so still. It's why I will
write tomorrow when my
heart has ******
in the sun.
I don't see you
coming anymore to the sandhills of
Poems. It was always
difficult to reach you through
the tangle of my sclerotic
heart.
Tomorrow I will be a fragment of
loving you. I will hold the
thought until it fossil
freezes and I will lie on the
Beach of Remembering,
washed by eons of
poetry. I will write you
but all you will hear are the
echoes
of forgetting.
Caroline Shank
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 3:06 PM UTC
I write in runes. I mean to
leap the alphabet. The orbital
spin of time and me dizzy and all. .
I will write you tomorrow,
shake the mica off my
thoughts. You will not
walk with me among the
glacial shores of thinking.
I will return a fossil of
millions of years,
along the edges
of meaning. I am not
unfamiliar with your pace
along the beach where i
lie so still. It's why I will
write tomorrow when my
heart has ******
in the sun.
I don't see you
coming anymore to the sandhills of
Poems. It was always
difficult to reach you through
the tangle of my sclerotic
heart.
Tomorrow I will be a fragment of
loving you. I will hold the
thought until it fossil
freezes and I will lie on the
Beach of Remembering,
washed by eons of
poetry. I will write you
but all you will hear are the
echoes
of forgetting.
Caroline Shank
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