preparing for anything means doing nothing these things I choose from neither here nor there nevertheless take up space in my head all together, with their spin and charm mostly air but still too real as if choosing is compacting, clearing: indecision expands to fill the space midden of coffee cups, receipts, laundry a rustle, a haze of not-yets drawing flies, were flies that easily bored I tip a few things into the trash, and for what? choices never stay chosen nevers can be made to bleed attracting maybes these things I choose to ignore don’t go away unless you banish them by choosing we do not wield anything but intentions expressed sharply swung in one direction, unwavering and held in both hands so long as the one knows what the other is doing
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 04:11:49 +0000