Am I the one you think about
when the skies open
and you expect a storm to take you?
Am I the one you think about
when sheets turn angry
in the sleepless heat of the night?
This partial solidity,
this gulf of an ocean;
words recited by heavy eyes,
the palm reader's devotion.
Am I the one you think about
when elephants drown in the salt-marsh fields
and tears sting your eyes?
Am I the one you think about
when you apply your eyeliner
and mourn your reflection?
This endless question,
this echo of no movement;
lipstick on your glass will bloom,
my sickly, time-lapse delusion.
Am I the one you think about
when the tanks move in
and you go to war with yourself?
Am I the one you think about
when the skies open
to miles of dust and distance?
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
Am I the one you think about
when the skies open
and you expect a storm to take you?
Am I the one you think about
when sheets turn angry
in the sleepless heat of the night?
This partial solidity,
this gulf of an ocean;
words recited by heavy eyes,
the palm reader's devotion.
Am I the one you think about
when elephants drown in the salt-marsh fields
and tears sting your eyes?
Am I the one you think about
when you apply your eyeliner
and mourn your reflection?
This endless question,
this echo of no movement;
lipstick on your glass will bloom,
my sickly, time-lapse delusion.
Am I the one you think about
when the tanks move in
and you go to war with yourself?
Am I the one you think about
when the skies open
to miles of dust and distance?
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