I’m feeling a bit frayed at the edges lately
a little more out of focus
the nail polish is clotting in the bottles
the dresses hang unworn in the closet
and the earrings almost never change
well they still change…
…to be cleaned.
formative artistic memory,
sitting in my way to frikkin’ cold dorm room
finding an old half written poem on my hard drive
this alien thing who’s cadence I could not remember
[ at the time I cast of poetry like dandruff ]
[ so while I didn’t recognize it, it probably was mine ]
but the beat was impeccable, and the themes :*
and my life has been shaped by ideas set aside
fermented until /(they are|I am)/i ready.
$1 not sure when that will be,
but $1 excited to see the result.
and if you can read the above,
here’s hoping I can turn the /year+/ to a /year*/
and get this engine running.
