Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Monday, June 16, 2014

Self in a Vacuum - 06/16/14

It isn't until you finally
crawl back in bed
for the first time in
thirty something hours
that the weight
under your eyes
manifests,
that the knots
in your stomach
tighten,
that the sore
in your limbs
unhinges
the pain you've harbored
in silence
for the past
thirty something hours.

Maybe some day
I'll have some sense of
self in a vacuum,
of how I exist in the Cartesian product
of my self and my self,
of how to let
weary bones
have peace.