Tagged: choice

perhaps the option

perhaps the option
of having options is an
illusion, mapped out
.
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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
.
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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
distraction.
and still,
i amass all
the words in my
throat so that
they have to choose
whether to be
malignant
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
.
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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
accommodation,
and there are days
when i am like
a child, looking
for every excuse
to peel it off,
feel something new
.
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