“To Throw Away Unopened”, Viv Albertine. The look you gave me: so harsh, so mean. It’s all connected and universal. It’s time that I leave, for that I am lucky.
Unlucky times: present and past, lucky times: of future. It all hurts, pain in my joints, it’s bursal. A thousand years spent apart, and everything is sour, it tastes like lime. Fear of love, fear of loss, fear of growing up. It comes and goes in waves, like rime. you needed help, patient. I couldn’t help, you lacked patience. Close in vicinity, but even maps cannot measure our distance. I was in, but I want out.
Salt meets wound, if it’s healed, I’ll stay tuned. Was it right or was it not? Nothing is glowing and I am evolving but you are left so static. I walked to the parking lot, I passed through your house and remembered memories membered in the attic. One, two, three.
I walked out the door and it started our final goodbye. Goodbye for bad temporarily, but goodbye for good. Not saying hello. Feeling numb, everything is soft and mellow. Ice cream, wise like an old man. Was i right or was i not? Nothing is glowing. Questions left unanswered, I guess it’s better to leave it that way. I’m reading Lucia Capacchione, I’m reading Joel Meyerowitz. Everything is sublime, everything is glowing. I’m cooking for myself, but cleaning as I make a mess. Everything is sublime.