sixty three

the aquarium sky has a qualitative tension not yet released by the end of the working day.

—-o—-oOo—-o—-

[notes on physical contact]

  1. a small man next to me keeps touching my inner thigh with his suitcase.
  2. an old lady opposite is breathing the same air as her friend; it is as though their lips are touching.
  3. a taller, gaunt man lets his hand linger upon that of a disconsolate office worker’s.
  4. without realizing, a sullen youth is probing an old man’s hair with his fingertips.
  5. i can’t stop staring at the folds of skin, just above the belt, of that lady.

—-o—-oOo—-o—-

but you are someone who made me cry by reminding me of someone who made me cry. you are the realization of loss, the progression through meaningless symptoms and into rallying surges of feeling, a pleasure unto the unknown, the beautiful distance so far ahead of itself that it no longer becomes a distance.

i think i love you and your drifting landmarks more than the world. i think.

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4 Responses to “sixty three”

  1. i’ve tagged you. see me blog mate. kim

  2. The bus is not moving, the world is.

  3. way with words you have

  4. the motions are slow…

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