Sometimes Heaviness Is Measured In Kilometres
Sometimes Heaviness Is Measured In Kilometres
Red is only the color black, remembering.
When heaviness was not measured by weight
But by distance. He’ll climb
The spiral staircase & call her name.
Listen, the year is gone! I scribble things
Down. I try to build a life and shield it from decay
And the light keeps flickering. I have
Enough ink to give you the sea, but the ships?
How could I have known, that by pressing
This pen to paper, I was touching us
Perceiving eternity? That we are more
Then black ink on the bone.
White backs of angels facedown
In the blazing orchard. How this
Bread, daily broken, dipped in wine — and lifted
With exodus tongues, like any other
Thing — is only true as our trust
In hunger. “put yor hans on mai showduh”,
He will say to the cigarette smoke swirling
Into the phantom of a girl …