Monday, January 19, 2009

evolution

it didn't seem like such a drastic decision at the time. it must have woven itself completely through my head because it would not unfurl, no matter how hard i pulled. it called from inside me... but it was faint at first; it rarely called me and i rarely called back. i did so only to hear the upset, the response of hearts unsettling after years of restlessness, or to reach back to ancient family calamities and the sound of their bodies rustling for attention, shooting arrows, howling chants and fighting aimlessly. all the signs (inside) of civil war.

and in the panic, i was that raft, to carry all of yr ancient secrets home from battle. i did not sleep for years, the weight and pain were so immense. i floated heavy and could not lift a hand to protest, nor my feet to escape. i was sinking...

slowly.

and that is where she found me deflated. on the bank of isolate days, on top of dead leaves shed like skin. autumn found me falling, she found me growing. and through the trees i felt her whispers. she rustled something eventful. something like: "you must be moved!" almost shouting.

and i was moved. but never did i once flinch.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

project! project!

i like sylvia because sylvia gets it. and she sends me shit about it.