Wednesday, February 27, 2008
wrist to the sky
my tongue is grand central station, when what it needs is to be a jellyfish on the bottom of the atlantic. there is too much to say and no way to get there. my spine is clacking like a cable car up san francisco hills with the sobs that wrack this frame, eyes like a busted fire hydrant in the summer heat, when barefoot kids need some way to cool off and water is the most fun. you are a building falling in slow motion. i want to catch you, but i am just a person. you are too much to hold. i can feel the city buzzing. it feels like the inside of my stomach. all those people, all that pain and love. i wish i could make it better for them. and for you too.