Now What

I wrote a letter to you. I wasn’t sure you got it, that’s true. Not for any technical reason, no, not that. I just had a feeling that when I put the…things on paper, I felt SURE it would disappear, enter the sky as I dropped it into the mailbox, then just dissolve like in water.

But the point is, I didn’t think about what it would be like to read it. I never got that far. I was watching that letter cease to exist.

And that was so cowardly of me! I couldn’t even HOLD ON to those words that meant so much to me that I let them GO in hopes that they would find you.

I killed those words and said it was mourning.

But I got the letter. Now what?

Already Gone

Im following a secret code

Firing the guns

Manning the men

Carving canyons between me and my sisters

Standing at the edge of a

caldera saluting skin with scalding surprises and

ergo, death and rebirth along the

tick tick tick tick 

machine making me sick like a magical

rune gone bad, fruit in the sun the

reams of dreams are maps of where

and how and trauma and now

I used to be

and I never again.

A Title By

So I’m searching

Searching for a title and

it’s not going the best because

I’m consuming you

A story I do not know and

I can not name.

I can not name.