Thursday, January 11, 2007
I'll find a way / to see you again
Sitting in the office, a weight of cold air strung around my neck. The phone rings, solid line of shrill. In the mornings, before the present casts itself on shadows, I weigh yesterday's meanings. I lie beside our conversations, wade in their pauses, unwrap the words. Sometimes, I forget that the possibility of nothing exists, that nothing can mean nothing at all.
strangemessages at 6:09 AM