one of the hardest thing to do ...
to make a collect call overseas
hoping not your voice mail to pick up
instead of you
but then
i was afraid that you're caught up with something
in the office, or with Joshen, or with something personal
... personal that got stalled somehow (for only a time, i hope)
because of me.
but my reliable best friend
there you are
finally, on the other line.
my throat dried up
my spine chilling
don't break up
don't break up ...
hey, Gers
it's me
are you tired of my stories?
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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