I was washing dishes
The sun bled
in through the window right to me
The light covered
my hands, touched
the water
and made
the bubbles glisten
I felt warm
looked out the window
and my clothes were dancing with the wind
taking their time
drying on the line
I was smiling
I was happy
the diamonds
in your tear ducts
appeared suddenly
me naively
taking pictures
of the white caps
the sea is choppy
and our boat is smacking
against every single wave
memories
thoughts of remembrance
for a
place we’ve never been
nostalgia
for dream places
we’ve never seen
this emotional
connection makes it
real
we are connected to the
past
as long as we feel
and as long as
we tether our thoughts
to these feelings
we are holding the connection
to some ancient moment
somebody untied all of the boats
they started to drift away from the wharf
and
began to bump into each other
the wind and the water
made them bump into each other
no one was around
it was nighttime and
the sky was clear
if someone was there
they would have seen all the
boats bumping into each other
hello
everyone
I haven’t met
whats your
life like?
you don’t know me
and
I don’t know you
but we are all
on the same rock
going through this
passing through this space
feeling deep
awkwardly sophisticated dirty
confused
misshaped and odd
which is unusual
due to our
happenstance
but is similar
in our dance towards
that ever so common
ending
the death.
my ape arms
are comfortable
laying on this
dark wood table
sweet tart
razor blade
dry honest
tooth ache
how long
can I slouch
like this
with my eyes
feeling heavy
all I’ve got left
is red wine
and
bologna
it looks like
you never went to bed
because your
hair is dark and perfect
the collection
of decorations
around your neck
lets me know
that you value
the past
in the form
of tiny faded pictures
fixed in tiny
tarnished lockets
laying across
your
collar bones
they look at home
relaxed hanging
flat against your smoothness
