ambivalent excuses, to say it wrenches, but we do acclimate. roads are unpaved, lizards run on hind legs. we film our indecision. we’re waiting for existence or its face or its calamity – troubles upon platters a talking head while we form religion. unholy happiness, most aren’t listening, it feels too good to be freedom. it’s different outside. grass is moist, eager. sunshine pushes through clouds. it might rain today. / sockets are walking watts are soaring a person enters before their body. some far ways off or too much at sacrifice as friends become strangers; the happiness we endure the pain we cherish those tendencies we fathom; as acute beings or laughing filled by discomfort or mechanic with little notice. our bodies cognizant of presence or distance or breath falling on pillows. by degrees of warmth by pleasing sarcasm while holding hands is unnatural.
some
would desire fashion or marble oath as uncouth when she hurts. or polite scuffs
or scrapes where one is negligent or uneven. carry a portion. know inside of my
brains. anticipate when we sneeze. certain facts or many lives where we chased
until it unraveled. dark blue dungeons or uncuffed sentiments while some beg
for what can’t be managed. lovebird harmony at a rare entrance, as it wasn’t evident
by experience: the glue in between us, the filter binding us, or the me without
us as rot becomes decay. too resilient. or running from mirrors. too much to
stand without us. a flame to fireworks or a park with kittens as a finger
gripped by roses. a far moving ache or rich angst if but to acknowledge
majority is witness. our hoops for slamming, our pools for swimming, or our
wealth for augmenting us.
