because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse


offerings at a shinto shrine behind starbucks in downtown kyoto









I’m different now.
I wear shoes and don’t walk
in the woods anymore.
My world is smaller
and my hair is redder
and i forget how
to sing.
I look down a lot.
Cement-colored thoughts
prick the backs
of my arms, sending
up into an unconsciousness
i thought i’d left behind
years ago.
I miss my mother.
Sometimes i don’t
remember how to breathe.
There’s a hollow
just above heart-center
whose sternal contours i can
trace with a finger and
in the darkness sometimes
knock gently, listening
for sounds of a soul.

One response

  1. Beautiful.
    I remember feeling that way when I moved to London in my early 20’s.
    A lifetime ago.

    October 20, 2009 at 9:48 am


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