Tuesday, July 01, 2014

Breaking the wall


I miss you.
But it communicates
the wrong thing.

Golden eyes
and a silver spoon.

She asks why I took this picture:
I never look at it.

I remember, somewhere far off:
The reflection
in a car window.

All is ice-cream.
You and I.
Not important.

Melting in a paper cup.

Now they post interviews
on the experience
of reading someone.

And of unbraiding hair.

I dream of steering
a truck into quicksand
under velvet red sky.

Sometimes
I
imagine.

To be
the audience.

Scala.

Breaking the wall.
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