April 2012
“may the waters carry you onward, may your freedom take you away. may you learn...”
– etobs.
omission is betrayal.
she inspires this.
in the second after i kiss you, i miss you already.
before i think to miss my breath.
and i gasp and suck in the oxygen my shriveled lungs demand,
pounding their fists on my ribcage,
adding cymbal crashes and snare to the quickening base drum beat of my heart,
violently making itself heard
in the silence before my sigh.
in the minute after i kiss you,
i have spent 60 seconds considering...
