Something is stirring...in the back of the brain
a thought has passed too quickly to grasp
voices resonate across the expansive room
dull murmurs, walkie-talkie static, phone rings,
doors open and close, open and close
Ants find breadcrumbs in the bedroom
first there are a few and then there is a swarm
tramping through this space
eyes are drifting...drifting close
are we done yet?
'cause somebody is ready to fall sleep
'cause somebody no longer wants to talk
it is better to sleep than to record thoughts
it is better to sleep than to tell the truth
it is better to sleep than to say good-bye
it is better to say good-bye than
fix a point of resentment
point the way, show us the place of
disturbance on your person
the check has been cashed
the players have gone home
the day is starting to close
and you have yet to dismantle
your altar to your goddess
as she lies dead across your arms
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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