For *those that have just lost their keys *those that are well-versed *inebriated ones *wanderers *mermaids *those that belong elsewhere *whippersnappers *marvelous ones *those that are not included in this classification *those that flutter because the moment is fleeting *boundless ones *those colored with slippery fingerpaint *others *those that resemble someone I know from a distance

Friday, August 07, 2009


we are weightless in the summer
feet barely touching the earth
toes tracing patterns in the dirt
burning the intricacies we've fixed
between the past and the present

we're restless (you see)
time is restless
memories are restless
the upturned soil and dust in our eyes
clouds nothing
we're not afraid of our ghosts anymore
we're not afraid of our roots
let the old seep into the new
let us be saturated with it
let us rupture

it is only at the unfinished places
that we can break



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