Wading through tidal waves thick and syrupy with denial.
The wind is black.
I’ve blocked off my windows.
The breeze is cool.
No thanks to you.
I’m still wading.
Though I’ve stopped watching.
After awhile going to the theater alone…
Yesterday a fly got in the house. It spent the entire duration of it’s visit trying to get out.
Shoo fly shoo.
I don’t know what happened to the fly…
but the buzzing stopped.
The humming stopped.
The ringing in my ear has become a delicate purr.
The bend in my spine has turned into a permanent arch.
Ask and you shall receive
In water so deep
You’re bound to drown