“Cause you and I both loved What you and I spoke of And others just read of Others only read of the love, the love that I love.” The economic beauty of a song lyric. The last line of a poem. The way it hits – da-DUM! – that heart thud reveal. It’s why weContinue reading “To get to this”
There is always the first wound. It remains where it formed; it remains as the deepest friction under the skin. Scar tissue is never as supple as that which it replaces.
From: Maggie Valentine <email@example.com> Subject: You Date: 27 March 2010 00:46:00 AM AEDT To: firstname.lastname@example.org _________________________________________________________________________________________________ You pulsate through even the question of what to have for dinner. You are trapped deep in my nerve, Mack. You have spread under the surface of my skin like a bruise. You are the slick sliding down myContinue reading “When I am here”
Sometimes, I time travel through their wounds. I take them back to before. Before the wheels over-corrected, or the under-tow pulled too hard. I take them back to the moment before they said yes to that guy or before they turned that corner – before life began to slide away from where they’d been. I’mContinue reading “Into the After”
i could put oceans between us but you are still the silver thread under my skin unraveling (the glint and rise on my dark night sky that summons me back home)