penciling it in
lead dragged across white toothy surface, leaving behind a trail that was simultaneously expressive and documentary. press harder for statements, lighter for drafts. with the option to erase if it becomes necessary for me to backpedal my way out of this conversation. i didn’t mean to be here. i never said anything specific. that wasn’t an origami bird or laser that you saw in the zigzaggy lines. it was just me being non-committal, weighing my options until something better comes along.
coming to a point
the elements of my life are converging. books and stuffed animals that made the cut, careers that could have been, what’s left of relationships. in time they will occupy the same condensed space and become indistinguishable from one another. until then i don’t quite understand why i always seem to be in such a rush. there is only one deadline, and at this distance it resembles a single point.
“slow down.”
the point stares at me from the chills of a plastic bag on a metal table. memories of my parents, the scent of last night’s dinner, my hands pretending to be j’s.
horizontal logic (2010)