.

You were skipping stones

and as I watched
a slowly arching ripple

gently kissing the shore

I found myself wishing
I was that ripple

and you were that shore

When They asked Me
What I Did

I Told Them

I Paint the Dot
On the Butterflies Wings

even the possom's blood
evaporated sunward.
raven throws a fit.

i remember weeks
of nights i couldn't sleep
on air mattresses and
pull out couches

clutching a brand new
little black mp3 player
earbuds wrapped
around my neck

years and
years later

i'm still lying in bed
but it's broken now
and the music doesn't
play right anymore

(the tracks all
split and break
apart between the
cords and my ears)

and i remember the
night before my
graduation it just
wouldn't play in one ear

and the sounds weren't
coming through right and
i heard a brand new side of a
song i'd known my whole life

(a more raw and real
background track of
harmonization and
something sadder)

and it made me feel
better to know that
there are still unheard
layers to the familiar

that can only be
accessed through
time and the
broken parts.