we were soaking in the firmament
reminiscing about our favorite eon
granted I had too much to drink
and it didn’t mix with the mussels
I decayed before you, you shrugged
I took a vomit in the pond, chum
for the turtles
the blue light of your eyes
lit the grass, you ran your hands
through the blades, running
your fingers through earth’s soft hair
your eyes shed only pity
my protests lacked vocal precision
I just wailed and watched you float away
my toenails grew like devastation
the air slept sour on my tongue
for billions of years, I just sat
night after ill night, sentimental
clouds worked the light, minnows
darted silver singing witness, witness
but you left me
foaming at the mouth,
living the dream, stirring
the emergence, you missed it
the beginning of everything
my breathless declaration
drowned out by slushing of
a fish with an opposable thumb
dragging itself over the stones
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Weekly Scribblings #28: Seeing Things
Love it! How wildly and wonderfully imagined, and what fabulous phraseology. I particularly enjoyed
ReplyDeletemy toenails grew like devastation
the air slept sour on my tongue
and
... slushing of
a fish with an opposable thumb
dragging itself over the stones
That paired sense of dissolution and wonder--amazing.
ReplyDeleteWow! I especially love the blades of grass as "earth's soft hair."
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful imagery in this one!💝
ReplyDeleteAmazing images in this. I love "earth's soft hair", and "fish with opposable thumbs."
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