the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Wearing Nostalgia, Swimming with Sharks

I was spoken to in slowed-down French
In a room where we learned about our bodies.
The popcorn popped like mistreated audio
And plastic wrappers luminesced in flavorful light.
There was familiarity in kinesthetic
Recognition heartbeat bass drum,
Like the things that this coat has felt,
The pressure between skin
And the hot then cold then hot again.
I'm glad you're still here
And my shortened breaths still count,
And your hands can still cover
All the things I can't surmount.

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