trouble.
2006-06-29 9:22 a.m.
for effort, try honesty, try the keys in different doors, what once fitis now uneasy, insecure,
is fleeting.
the inability to stay in step
to keep the faith
to make commitments where we lacked
(where i fell short, unsure
of how deep, trying
to manage the distance
perfectly)
has left us strangers when we are sleeping, makes
the bed a mountain
we are not crossing. we are not communicating.
.
short, each sentence clipped, and the conversations
remind us that it is a dry season. my body
speaks the same language, its movements
dry and withered, irresolute and frightened, subject to the pressure
of oxygen and summer, of open arms and shoulders, of all the time spent seeking,
trying to say just what i mean.