Because without you, things fall apart, and besides, I love you
the cursive on the wallpaper seems to be crawling tonight and I can’t quite put my finger on why it shouldn’t since there’s an onion sprouting, its green tip curling in a fragrant diffidence like the whole room is saying, hey you, kid, what took you so damn long, you finally missed us enough to come back and wash some bubbles free of the hot water and walk this floor counting down until the boards creak under my feet in answer, a reminder that the familiar is a threat of sound and shutthehellup and the law of decay, a promise that all things fall, fall from the webs and dust across the kitchen ceiling and that all I can do is stand here, eyes feeling wide shut. january 2011, copyright sarah hirsch |
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