the sea was blind
to me as I stare out,
deaf to the dull
pull of waters that
promise, if not love,
then love or nothing. Heidy Steidlmayer, Scylla (thanks, grammatolatry)
Wrapped a wristwatch ‘round my ankle
and then couldn’t unlink it—
Classic Collezio Quartz, too big to not slip down a relaxed hand
and I didn’t want to shower despite the battery being dead.
I thought my friends would laugh and ask what time it was
pull at my feet and say the hands…
as sleep. It is a tango. It is a waterfall between
two countries, the river that tried to drown you.
It is a city where men speak a language
you can fake if you must. Traci Brimhall, from “Through a Glass Darkly” (via flakkery)