Monday, July 06, 2009

tuck & roll

it comes with age, I guess: learning to tuck and roll into loss

slow tide rising Tsunami-like flooding the dusty corners where memories are stored and old grudges ferment, forgotten

tender forevers paddle to stay afloat; gulp salt-water and cough for air

for a long time after this, after we've slogged through the mud and debris and set tumbled things upright

for a long time, I've learned, my heart will live below the water table, pooling at the first mention of rain

Posting by cameraphone from Chicago O'Hare, outbound to Seattle


Lolabola* said...


Anonymous said...

This is beautiful! Did you write it?

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