quiet conversations between me and my desk (or my desk and me)

by firecracker

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-05-11 20:37:00

i know what it feels like
to not have you
how it suspends me
swimming
drowningtum
bledups
idedown…
this was
waterglass
shifting my vision
reaching me by sideglance
stuffing me in a pocket
and carrying me worn
along on escapes into nowhere
trying to find your silence
where i was
thumbprinted in reverse
somewhere along the edge
of a mountain a year
ago
a year later
a year no one
could have expected
predictions of
whispered longing
in the middle of the night
despite bad connections
and the slips of time
we’ll try to forget
tinned in and hammered
out in fine detail
each secret indentation
catching tiny floods
of memories
rowboats
floating confessionals
and i promise
to remember
everything
you don’t
if only you’ll
remind me
how we got here
in the first place…
i miss you now
more than i ever have
everything here
speaks of you
in hushed tones
wondering how
they’re witnessing me
still around
slogging through days
until i race away
on a route that has become
second nature
necessary…
here alone where
pens and paper
clutter
in anticipation
alongside pictures
and magazines
how they crowd
around for just a clue
(of what makes me
this way)
and i’ll tell them
with only my eyes
reaching for you
in darkness
how i knew
you were where
i belonged.