August 19, 2004 - 9:22 a.m.
"i miss your ranting.. do you miss my all time lows?" - metric
i am supposed to be writing letters
of reference but instead my letters refer to thoughts unspun.
woven
and gold thread,
glinting
and hinting at the unspoken -that weaves its way between the things we say-
the coy look
away.
i am ... a magpie
making a nest of beautiful trash,
the secrets of nihm,
sparkling in
the folds of my arms
you will be my treasure
until you are a crown again
now hollow
still you wait, for Jill to come tumbling after,
and she will.
Bruised, moments tarnished
torn and ghosts dancing.
birds on a wire...
a murder of ravens
poisoned pies and cupcakes all melting
the kitchen is left in disarray
and i'm sometimes not hungry anymore.
press my fingers into glass, like leaving a mark that fades,
my own oil, fingertips bloodless and white
except at night when they feel like a pulse of their own
i will write it in the dirt on the side of a parked van
"wash me"
make me forget and i will reward you with new memories.
we will wash eachother clean
we will wash eachother open
i have dreams and i don't know where they come from.
or where they go
when they're gone.
