gravity:
and this must be true, this married kinda thing. like learning to be nocturnal again, in a sea of outward people and quiet cups you'd like to break just to see if they could fly. my toes are pink because i will them to be, and i take all the red tape lying down with a too-obvious blue scarf that doesn't quite cover my oh-so-seductive collarbone. i'll forever associate her with random questions and tests. another room i put full of ignorant people. and coming back so dead and weary, wishing i had more time to read, and write jack letters and make up lists and lists and lists.
or run away to mexico...
but then i see him. all flesh and bones and, there. so very there.