Tagged: choice

perhaps the option

discovery and

perhaps months,

perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t

we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze

last night, with one look,

for fear of being

for fear of being
terrified, i make
small waves, swim
away from the edge
and back, as though i could
possibly get the hang
of it, run directly into
indiscretions for a touch
of normalcy, a stretch of
and still,
i amass all
the words in my
throat so that
they have to choose
whether to be
or benign. i smile
and say all the important
things because they cover
up other important things,
i pirouette when poked,
try not to make more
friends than i have to

being anchored to

i still choose

i still choose
you daily –
wake up, check
the weather,
put on your
love, first
left brain,
then right brain,
draw it
all the way down
my lungs
over my heart – it is
a pullover kind of
and there are days
when i am like
a child, looking
for every excuse
to peel it off,
feel something new