• egutzee 10w

    tangled. mesh. unwinding.

    I never got to print the picture and hang it on the wall.
    the nagging image is stuck deep in the needles of the mind haystack.
    now: my boots recklessly step on sidewalk cracks.
    except for the cigarettes, my breathing doesn’t know a steady rhythm.

    the nagging image is stuck deep in the needles of the mind haystack.
    I was sure you believed it when you said “everything will be ok.”
    except for the cigarettes, my breathing doesn’t know a steady rhythm.
    the waves have already crashed on the sand messages.

    I was sure you believed it when you said “everything will be ok.”
    by the river, I lean in, welcoming the wind whipping at hair, face, and longings.
    the waves have already crashed on the sand messages.
    in the morning sun, peeling back new sheets, exposing cold legs.

    by the river, I lean in, welcoming the wind whipping at hair, face, and longings.
    I lick the foam from upper lip and stare at the bottom of the love cup.
    in the morning sun, peeling back new sheets, exposing cold legs.
    I never got to print the picture and hang it on the wall.

    ©egutzee