The 5th of November
Remember, remember. That I still love you.
That I want to be there. Everything work out.
For everyone, all the time, always.
You don't get the kind of love you want. You get the kind you need,
I saw a vulture sitting on a jersey wall.
On the parkway. Overpass going above 29.
Cleaning itself.
Massive and graceful.
Quiet.
You don't deserve half way.
My lap is so warm rn.
The fireplace breathes. Shoot out light in terror.
a tall lighted man naked
shoot out light
huge energy; massive power, quiet grace
couldn't possibly be ignored
shoot out light
approaches
nicotine devil craves
he puts his hand on my shoulder
shoot out light
burst into tears
"I'm sorry," he echos. I'm sorry too.
Towering over me, "Let me take him with me."
Tears for the spell collected. Okay.
The black out line is what he grabs
We are free.
What makes me so sure all the time?
Fire wands because humans
only have control over action
and never
the response.
