Reaching for pearls, cleansing my soul, told the
storehouse is full.
I thought to what was said: too much Ibuprofen:
How would love creep in?
Atop the credenza, rolling tobacco, jotting a few
lines. She said something creative. She’s usually silent.
I imagine another knows her prowess, her excellence, I
know artifice.
To know life, wrestling with terrors, at one I could
never with.
Listening to invisibility, staring too long, please
speak!
I left daydreams alone. I was offended by blatant ink.
It must have ached. To come so strong. Like a
political prisoner …
lost in future thoughts, checking the Nikes, buying a
battery.
Looking now is difficult. To feel like knowing isn’t
enough. We could be beautiful …
we forfeit superficiality.
We conquer the apparent, offering pure illusion, it
looks different.
