i am interested in the patterns
of each person meeting each other
each path, like weaving lines—
i cross you,
we are bound together
for a moment,
you move on.
you act as a point of passage
to intimacy, to warmth, to knowledge,
but soon we are both gone.
at night, i try and imagine the
g lines everyone i have ever met leaves.
spread out beneath closed eyes,
these lines bend and curve,
the figure 8’s of two people straining to
but time moves us away again.
i fall asleep to this image turning,
these lines reaching out into a vast emptiness.
are you white?
tomorrow i will be in texas for the first time !! tell me, where do i belong? is belonging a place, a person, a community, or a state of mind ? is belonging limited to a certain day or a certain feeling ? i hope i don’t find out, far away from now, that i was searching for what isn’t .
today is apparently national kissing day and no one is kissing me?????? rude illegal and unpatriotic
Good evening! How are you, thirsty?