i stare at open windows and say
"someday"
unattended ladders too
watching shadows of me perching on public rooftops and running down alley-ways in the dead of night
but someday was last year
or yesterday
last week
it was when no one knew me and I hid behind the people who knew their shortcuts home and their long ways to the mountain
when i hopped in a car and the mocha i grabbed on my way was my only certainty
my clothes stuffed in some bread-rack
i am a stranger
so very never
i wear you all like a string
and i'm only lonely in the back of my mind
almost so very never
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