nostalgia for the future

nostalgia for the future

A Poem by sencha

11:18 pm, bus trundles
cool air on face, fatigue
sets in, slight
nausea
(three square meals today, imagine)

wind smells of freshwater
and then suddenly of
high school chemistry lab
scent of smokeless oxidation and
artificial wood painted black
how many times, your moist cool hands
holding your chin

did you reflect on your plans 
plans of starvation, plans of destruction
what you will do tomorrow, next week, next year
slash with scissors
first introduction to the bliss of minor pain
(now, forearms are far from pristine)
despair, heightened by
the cold cold smell

no matter, that is past
wrench yourself back to your seat on the bus
a few more stops, you ring the bell, step off
climb the hill, faithful legs
are stronger than ever before
you have promised yourself
you do not have to remember
you do not wish to remember
you do not remember a single thing



© 2016 sencha


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