burst(ing)

March 13, 2007  |  poetry
I am currently exploding in tiny nebulae (nebulaes? plural?) behind my eyes under my fingerprints inside my bones where the marrow makes blood. sometimes it is impossible to do anything but sit still.

has spring yet arrived? now that we are saving daylight things seem impossibly bright and warm. sun for many extra hours a day. illusions, all of it.

last night I dreamed I was walking, walking, wandering somewhere, all of that is so hazy and unclear, and then eventually I ran into that girl I’m dating and she reached up, took dark dark glasses off of my face, and everything was bright and clear. though I’m glad my subconscious thinks this makes sense, I feel little more than a vice-grip in my chest where my heart used to be.

what are you today? are you nebulae? are you full of marrow you cannot make into blood? are you loving, and loved?

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  1. what are you today? are you nebulae? are you full of marrow you cannot make into blood? are you loving, and loved?

    You Betcha! At least to the loving & loved part. I’ve been caught in a whirlwind for what seems like a month, that I can’t quite seem to step out of…but that’s okay. Whirlwinds make time go by faster, and I’m not missing anything important. Now, April…April marks happenings that should be heeded carefully :-)

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