considerations

scholarship

college

independence

mindscape, 3:44 am

It has been a few months since the things belonging to him,

mostly soggy wood beams in rain filtered afternoon bedding,

fell from my dreams and collapsed in a loose pile here when I stepped here.

The details of his face are now obscured,

but I linger on the idea of the comfort of tracing in my mind

the details of his face.

He was a fun house mirror.

They all are-

different, distorting.

I traverse the wreckage which is mostly the aftermath of mist.

I am also hesitant at the river banks anymore.

It is almost like I live east, inland, land-locked.

And then there’s the paper mache landscape half digested by a mouth

that lays like a thick paste across a few lengthy years

so that they are one grey masticated pulp,

and what to do with them,

and who to pitch in there,

and where to run to next.

Hims are heres are new,

until they suffocate you,

and then they suffocate you.