Inked Tongue

  Long gone before the story unfolds. the long walk in the boulevard causes a warm soreness in my throat. To imagine that you are allowed to stack the cookies but can’t have a taste. You wake up from a deep sleep to realize the world has been deconstructed right from the edge of your bed. now you hold little respect for things you once held sacred. In this very moment, i weep for a lack of interpretation of my body language. Do eyes that witness magic tell the lips where to go in search of an exclamation? And how deep are you willing to swim to retrieve a lost emotion? I have made a mistake- I have allowed an earthworm make salt for the seasoning of my food.

 I’m this close to flipping over the table i have chosen to dine on. A bird that fled from me has been forsaken by the sky, now it seeks succor from my hands. I gave a little too much of my grains to it today. I felt hurt that I still cared. that its dark pretty eyes could still stir the waters of my heart. In many ways than one, I realized long ago that I meant nothing to it. that i was just an idea to peck at.  I’m this close to yielding back to the sweet air its  feather flaps make.  but i have resolved not to. I love this comfort in my skin that tells me it’s alright to leave the old page and read the next. I’m eating good and opening up my soul to heaven’s rain.