sit, words

come and sit with me

spend the night watching documentaries

learn about each other



i’ll put on some music and we can slow dance and pretend we are somewhere else

somewhere better

run your fingers across my scars

i will tell you their tales

make up stories to wile away the time

never mind

you’re probably busy

and i’m me

i can dance alone

can’t step on my own toes

or ruin your night

i’ll just turn in early

write another story or rambling ode

sink into the quiet moments of winsome loss

thanks anyway


10 thoughts on “sit, words

        1. Empty rooms, empty homes, empty hearts, empty empty empty. Playing solitaire in confinement, confined to solitary life. On my tenth poem today. Feel more and more brewing. If only my head were as empty as my chest. If only

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