don't ask me, because i won't remember
It all started huddled in that red... as I stand unplanned melodrama demands a scene the scarf falls apart in my hand what was once whole explodes, expands, becomes silk strands filaments of fabric, shards of light bite the carnage of sequins ejected this perfect sequence, expected, it frequents my mind on a regular basis the stasis a consequence of nonsense memories, that time, terrible and sublime fingers sticky with childish guilt and grime the crime: a full-blown mime of our estate, more a state of mind of mine to test weight of judgeful glare they stare - i tear, bare behind closed doors and keys and nets hiss - steam jets kiss pressure outlets bloom late, regrets and outstretch hands mark bets and fetch marks set deep in the flesh of remembered wrongs