Saturday, February 11, 2012

from the analog anthology (old things from a notebook that never saw the digital light of day):

yada yada:

he knows it's in there
somewhere
folded in
with the unassuming bank statements
and show-related emails
right by the one from his mother
saying it would be nice
if he called more

three named sender
calling from a past he both
vilifies
&
mythologizes

so
short
&
simple
so meaningful
the first time
he read it
so needed
so powerful
for so
few
characters

yada yada

so out of
place
&
exactly
as it should be

he knows he should
get rid of it
little hidden
bear trap
that it is
but
he likes to keep it
he likes to know
it's still there

a silent reminder

that even if it was only for as long as it took to type
out
&
press
send
there was a moment that she meant it

there was a moment that she meant it

yada yada

she meant it



monolith:

in any other place
it might seem normal
but here
it is gaudy
ostentatious
absurdly present
&
so very fitting

a towering reminder
that two of his favorite places
were once
one block
away from each other

and it was always worth
the cold, many blocks long walk
to get there
a monument to commerce
the temporary epicenter

and when he got tired of counting steps
he could count how long his breath stayed visible
to pass the time
on the journey

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