and in that dream
i was eating fistfuls of salt
all the suppers
in the world did not taste as good
as the gritty white handfuls
filling my mouth.
................
all these sleepy, hapless humans
shambling day to day,
foggy corduroy colored faceless flotsam
wander down seedy streets,

but you, my love, you do shine.

you are the glinting buttons on the cuffs of my sleeves,
you are an ambient light that filters
through the broken fingers of my left hand
as i raise it to block the shine,
and as easy as i am, i do still hold out for you,
because what i have is all yours, not mine.
.................
i sign my letters hopelessly,
or simply madly, v.
that last good bye was never
something i could give a positive spin,
a last shin-splint,
side stitch,
papercut
to remind you that i am as unstable as i seem
the kind of girl left eating salt in dreams.
not worthy of a boy who gleams.

11/11/2011

Posted on 11/11/2011
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