She wrote me a letter
about what happened and said
what I wrote
was beautiful
I think she could still be
in love with me but that
never stops.
I felt anxious
all day
really bad and I was doing all those things but not knowing why.
And in the end of the day
I had a drink
without ice
that whiskey brown amber you know what I mean
pure and gold
I wished everything to be that way covered in a gloss of whiskey resin
We went out even though
I wanted to stay in
and read and
it was beter I admit
we made a sculpture out of two toothpicks and a cigarette ash
it was more beautiful than you could imagine
And what is better than breakfast in bed
really to hell with all of it
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LOVE this piece.
ReplyDeleteI especially love the contrast of the speaking/thinking vernacular ("I felt anxious/all day/really bad") and the more reflective, quiet moments ("we made a sculpture out of two toothpicks and a cigarette ash/it was more beautiful than you can imagine").
I also love love love the image of a sculpture made with a singular "cigarette ash"--how the speaker notes how important that tiny charred remnant is...
Really beautiful and well done.
(k)