Figuratively, Where You Met Me (2008?)
Pt I
i’m walking late at night. i turn down a one way street. my feet are weary. i can’t see clearly. and there’s something staring at me from a traffic light up ahead. i’m walking late at night with tired feet and blurry eyes and there’s you watching me. you aren’t moving. but i can feel your eyes slicing into me. my skin starts to bleed while you burn holes in me. with my clumsy feet i stumble at the curb with you watching me. before i hit the pavement (because my weary feet aren’t a part of me) i see through watery eyes your arm outstretch, and catch me. i close my eyes. your arms cushion my surprise because i didn’t fall. i open my teary eyes to find yours staring back at mine and it is hard to breathe with your gaze choking me…
Pt II
i can’t breathe. what did you do to me and my weary feet? my mind won’t leave you alone and when you catch me i’m lost in your thoughts. i see them floating above your head, shapes, colors and all the things i might have said.
Pt III
my words retrace steps i’ve made. i’d fallen down (again). couldn’t find you or my dignity so i’d stay on the ground until i found your outstretched arms (again).
Pt IV
an embrace like a fresh breeze, a slap straight to your cheek. my weary feet can’t compete with your shining eyes and sparkling arms. i can’t remember what an adjective is anymore or where i’ve seen you before. oh, on that street where you caught me when i lost my feet and love came spewing out of sewers and birds didn’t sing.. figuratively, where you met me.
About me
"that was my last entry. i went on from there, endured, but without noting it. do you see these invisible spirals on the margins of the page? i thought i would run out of paper. it was the pens that ran out."
