just under the surface
where your last dream rests
not yet dreamt
in that forest that followed you for a lifetime
first when you were twelve and
restful
next when the dark sunrise crept over with a sleepy yawn
against your wakefulness of all the things going outside
then once more when you thought there was someone at the door
only to hear yourself at your ear
pounding bursting dripping that thick fact that
this is your life
one where you must learn to kill a man
and waltz and drink a full cup of water in one gulp
and not tell him you love him yet and
watch every episode of friends and
worry that the music is too loud and
fart and cook bad food and hope that someone will say
that it is good
still good
for you are
even if just under the surface
you know
you are not
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above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.
it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be you again. get a copy here: https://goo.gl/zsyqVD
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