COME UNDONE

COME UNDONE

I remember seances of nighttime and dreaming this chaos of carress, so little and terrible enmeshed, broken brittle and tied down to before, a never memory regret and this is timing with the lucid grasp of whitewash climbing, being before while one comes down the trajectory and we dance like light on the threshold of without and seen in two without a circumference, succumbing slumber and retreat. Perfect.

            and scene the tired green between, lighthouse score of in this team, a heated conversation without hesitation, a long , slow scream rolls over and tells me goodnight, i handle intricate lacework, come to me in this weave and we’ll shy and re-live over this agreement, over this hanging city with relapse upside down, and now my piano tires and i can’t be.

got a cold, never say never, Cher is screeching at me – what sort of a mnd puts this on so early in the day – telling myself i can’t write, i can’t do this, earn the right to be write.

            Syphillis blowing in the curtains and tasty temperature shimmers on the stove, the deck is my open mouth yawning and waiting for the next surge and the cuddle of last nights wine shared glimmers to be bathroom tiles while we shower and grimace and play guitar without any love, without any address, without any hello and without any now.

Nicolee Ferris

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