what it comes down to

11 November 2005 @ 10:33 pm

she: could feel the :anxiety gnawing on the empty spot,
just behind the eyeballs because she almost couldn't,
remember what it was like to write which is,
as dangerous as everyone waking up to see autumn
after a week long flood warning:their comas
whistling past the Trevi Fountain with
sunlight filtering through their eyelashes
and having her with her elbows sore
and her cheeks slack:balancing against the inside of the window pane.

and she admits,
for this month it's biting nails
and feeling safe in the unofficially separate
because she's just not sure if exhaustion ever
weaves its way out of the esophagus.

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