Glue
the things that stay
“Please. Not yet,” I whisper as Technicolor reveries dissolve into familiar successions of gray.
- - - - - -
aching, begging that these might
stay,
adhere to me, rather than ricochet off and
away,
from my being, from
my body, from
my soul…
- - - - - -
…but nothing, nothing seems to stick these
days;
infinitives inevitably slip off. Fragile, they
break,
shatter everywhere, be-
come shards too sharp for me
to hold!
- - - - - -
perhaps an epoxy sweet and crimson can
assuage
the sneering, jealous critic that foretold my
fate?
aching, begging that these might af-
fix my anguished heart.
to know…
- - - - - -
“You matter to somebody...my beautiful friend. I genuinely love you."
About the Creator
Chance Garrett Wilhite
writ·er | ˈrīdər | (noun): one who writes
Currently residing in Dallas, Texas.
"Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final." (Rainer Maria Rilke, Go to the Limits of Your Longing)
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