Curled like an ampersand
around a telephone
that never rings in time
with the words that sing in her ears,
She waits again.
Her hands and lips
cold-blooded mercenaries
that ****** what she can’t quite hold
with silence and questions.
with ellipses and time.
So she pushes again
seeking definition.
But finding the horizon has never been so hard.
Her vision so thoroughly blurred.
And the sunsets force her closer to a Something
she can’t quite believe in.
So she pulls what she knows
into herself,
rolls into a familiar shape and waits
for a phone that has always been ringing,
A voice she isn’t ready
to hear.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Curled like an ampersand
around a telephone
that never rings in time
with the words that sing in her ears,
She waits again.
Her hands and lips
cold-blooded mercenaries
that ****** what she can’t quite hold
with silence and questions.
with ellipses and time.
So she pushes again
seeking definition.
But finding the horizon has never been so hard.
Her vision so thoroughly blurred.
And the sunsets force her closer to a Something
she can’t quite believe in.
So she pulls what she knows
into herself,
rolls into a familiar shape and waits
for a phone that has always been ringing,
A voice she isn’t ready
to hear.
