Tuesday, June 22, 2010

june 23

I.

The swimming pool was not under the ground.

It was one whose temperature was almost the days,

like all things in plain sight of a summer sun, and barely hidden by clouds.

When i felt the water reach my back,

i knew that i would sink.

it was something i decided while still indoors,

smiling at the size of the pool from a window,

and remembering instances where i once jumped in impulsively

and slammed my feet into the plastic bottom that vaguely resembled the tiny bodies of grass beneath it.

my cousins spoke above water

their voices were muffled and distorted by watered distance.

I sunk and sat like a stone.

II.

and i felt it coming too soon

like a small fire in my chest

like a stampede in my spine,

like a tear in the heart

like

un-birth.

i felt the need to breath

and i remembered how long i had been at the bottom

and rolled my tired bridal eyes to the surface

and i grew angry at how short a while I lasted

and i clenched my grown-up fists.

i tried to make-out the clouds through the dirty water,

But I could not see them, and I thought that I could cry

convincing my self i dont need so much air, and that if i could just a stay a bit longer i can learn to enjoy the distortion

and maybe i can be a fish, and maybe i dont need to see the real clouds, and maybe i can train my lungs to even be this empty

III.

and i considered how likely that You would catch me like this

when You come back.

i wondered if You would look at me with the look sometimes i see You make at me through my mother,

and would You see that i cried in the water, and be able to follow each tear with your finger as it floated around

Or would you watch my stubborn and guilty breathless body

standing at Your same perfect distance

saying to me that my eyes were meant to see the clouds.

IV.

I gave into the rise and lift after the fires spread to the tips of my sad fingers

and their hands waved at me.

I felt some million sorry’s and came up gasping

I could feel the faces of my curious cousins staring at the splashes I had made,

But I looked at the clouds and breathed You in.

You have been like foreign breath ever since, but breath nonetheless.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

wont You come down?

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

lunch

im spent right between all the spots on your skin.

theres no life left in your knuckles i am convinced.

not even the dryness in between your fingers

could make me wish for closeness.

i considered your reluctant wells for eyes

and maybe how i could be in love with them

less than a Kings love

but still like morning night day spring summer forevers