In midst of it all.

hear it rather than read it, create you're own punctuation.

I got that angle off the wall

still frame still staring at us all

Now I'm unwrapping your feet

underneath the tree

pine needles shoe laces

and your presence entwining me.

By the way

we must have a mistake

in the wake of it all

That wouldn't be so bad, isn't it

And aren't I though

In the midst of all of it

things get real

at home

I'm turning the tables on you

inside of a certainty fogging the mirror

I'm not sure who's to blame

We both drink from the sink

and spit down the drain

and go the same way we came

By the way

We must have made a mistake.

In the midst of it all,

everything gets real.

Between the eyes

between you and me

between our hiding place

the good we can't mistake.

We must have made a mistake in the midst of it all.

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

An interesting read. It has a really nice flow to it.