.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

1.21.2008

there is a string of answers
hidden behind
inaccessible curtains. 
there is a chemical exit
staining its paper backing.
it watches from a brown 
bookshelf perch as we 
cry ourselves into pulp.
each knot i tie in the 
loose thread fumbling 
between my fingers is a 
promise that matches the
black and red weft threads of the
tired blanket i pulled it from.

go get your lighter.

there is a brittle knot of
kindling in my throat and oh
right now, darling, the 
burning would feel good;
stretching and curling in the
heat, arched back,
whistling at the embers 
floating away somewhere,
hissing at the sky.
there is a sound like parting 
lifting and floating away with
time and a scent that stains 
fibers making it hard to forget.

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