... my other garden ;)

About Me

My photo
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.

Monday, March 6, 2017

one more shot at the dark

you know, i always go back to that place
you didn't notice
you were too busy, growing your network, liking this and that, sharing stuff, posting videos, waxing poetry.  especially during March.  always in March.  there's just too much to celebrate in March.

you know, i turned on the lights for you
and you didn't even blink.




No comments:

Post a Comment

Followers

Blog Archive