It's almost been 11 years

since I ran away

The smell and peace took

me back to a day

he came into that space

to take my love into his hands

So far away in thought

I was today I realized

I left my kids

Be present, I tell myself

Away with past

Some blurry photos, yes

but not a thought. For what?

 

I saw fire

burning under water

No punch line

no moral

Just a dance

The language of compliments

is a dead one in my family

Beyond that, I don't know anything

about anything

and live in this stinking town

wasting away

all the talents I don't possess

and small children

What languages do you speak?

Things that hold us together

beautiful they're

make us look so good

don't they?

I'm distressed because I have to work and I can't

because I have to get ready and I can't because I

have to work. 

So here I am. Entertain me.