January 2010
6 posts
Sitting here
Sitting here, sometimes just sitting, here
Is the strangest experience I’ve ever had.
Uncrinkling the ball of myself I found earlier
in a jean pocket. Flattening out the edges,
pinning back the warm creases.
-
I asked myself if I was happy.
And it said - it’s not a matter of asking.
Sworn, promised darkness of night
shimmies through the kitchen panes.
The front room...
I’m sort of still yours, always.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/692583...
lol interesting