Writing

The solidity of the darkness

The ever-cascading waters

Sharp and dangerous, altogether hardly enticing

Await me wherever I wander within my mind.

I catch a glimpse. 

from afar, 

the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

his expression unreadable, 

as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

You put on your glassy mask

So I'll only see

The version of yourself

You contrived for me. 

You slip on your suffocating shoes

Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

spit his gum on the ground

and lit his cigarette. 

the same as yesterday. 

the same as every day. 

The snow of yesterday lingers in my mind,

and the heat of today bites at my body.

Exhaustion writhes through every atom in my being, and sleep seems to be the only thing I know how to do.

There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red T-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.