With the pain at it’s worst, I pass out.
Falling into your words was ungraceful.
I haven’t felt like a real person in weeks.
Anymore reality has no real meaning.
She wants to touch the face of someone new
To breathe in the thick fog of them
The weight of her, is back on track and
she wants to do more, to be insatiable
Things have to change or they’ll change her
and she’s taking it out on the floor,
pacing back and forth as if she
could be separate from what was parallel
from me or the clouds she longs for
I am waiting for her to look up from the
horoscope section of the
Monday morning paper
Gemini by Kelley Stephens