The emptiest corner in the room (Don't feel bad)

EARLIER: Staring up into the sun
I think I had a moment
A staring contest
I can’t be sure
I don’t trust these eyes
But when the heat penetrates the head, the hair, the nose
I believe them .. because I feel them
And back in the warehouse (whorehouse) cafeteria
someone dropped their pen
I picked it up, stopping halfway because I remembered leaning over a bridge in the 6^th grade and I thought “what if I fall?”
I never did
And I never did quite reach the pen
that night, in the laborers office ..

LATER: I was headed to London
On a tin deck, a real hydrofoil mystery
Excited in the tube station holding a photograph
up to my lips
Whispering, to the best of my knowledge
“I’ll be with you soon”
I know, because I kept repeating it until the conductor asked me gently if I needed help
I looked up at him
I sighed my answer
because I wasn’t ready to tell him about how badly I wanted to jump in that river that night on the bridge in Sommersville, Somewheretown
when all I wanted to do was get my hair wet
I’ve wanted to since the 6^th grade ..

Reviews

[Delilah]

Wow that was an interesting read, very honest