climbing is necessary

awakeawakeawakeand i think there's something missing behind my eyes,
i think there used to be this color, maybe it was blue, that
once was a light around my pupil and it came clear and helped us focus
and you said it was the prettiest blue you'd ever seen but i couldn't tell if
you were just being nice so i didn't respond, i shuffled my feet,
i crossed my legs, i smoothed my skirt and i rolled up one sleeve

i was wearing gloves that cover my elbows. i was wearing panties, finally, and
you seemed surprised when i mentioned this. you seemed to think it was inappropriate and i had to wonder if you even knew me at all. i've not been sleeping. again. every few weeks it happens. we seem surprised, don't we.

you said you hated the movie garden state. i said i hated you.

i neve r eve r
really hated anyone but i use the term the same way you hug me when you don't know what to say.

we'd always climb the water tower down the road from your house. we were high and we
didn't fall off but i always almost did because i always had on high heel boots and you mocked me because it would be 90 degrees and i'd have those boots on every time
and i was bad at getting high because i didn't know how to use a lighter and i was a fraid of fire and you had to hold it for me, you had to hold the pipe as i inhaled and it was the closest we'd been to each other.

that water tower doesn't exist anymore.

the best sound i ever heard was a sighing in my ear. i hope one day you know it, too.

Author's Note

The picture used with this was drawn by an old friend's sister. I absolutely love the picture.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

I love the pace and the deconstructed, edgy style. This is unique and vivid... a litany of interwoven memories. Very cool.

[Jake Staffeld]

Wow. Really fast paced, almost so fast that the words themselves get lost, but the feeling in the poems still come out. I'm still trying to figure out who you're talking to.