Monday, October 4, 2010

untitled #4

my ceiling fan circles lazily
and makes a humming sound.
that heartbreak feeling in the
pit of my stomach.
i drop my cell phone to the
ground and curse it.
i pull my arms inside my
shirt and elastic over my
forehead where its safe.
silence malingers and
time simply passes.
finding reasons to be
happy like tea and jazz
singers. the voice of a friend,
a piece of good news.
but then i come back here.
where pain resides and
tomorrow doesn't.
where crocheted blankets
are my constant and i
whisper things to myself,
to nobody that's there.
where i achieve a state
of blankness because
entertaining thoughts
drive me. eventually, i
fall asleep.

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