justwrite 2 may

to see that scene play out to watch the doubts unfold and the emboldened alabaster the plaster smatter all over the sidewalk the talk is cheap on the town and the rounds are getting bought getting taught like lessons no one’s learning earning interest and also responses the chance is the dance is canceled but no one’s told the dancers no one’s fooled again the tools the trends we are extending our hands and planning our scans out into the garden she walks and the bird is no more the roses are supposed to be healing the feeling but no one can tell them apart no one can see from the art if it’s supposed to be greener if the walkaway is meaner than an unkind plan we scramble our own eggs and we have no qualms returning the norms to the envelopes our coping strategies we plainly see the messages sending extending hands and hearty party favors savoring the illusion of normalcy and other words an absurd amount of doubt cushioning every pageturn every earned return there is a quiet place a space we cannot remove I am telling you and I am listening the glistening echos and other sounds we cannot here the crossover the sounds the rounds I thought I’d buy the trial and the error the comparison and I’d like to swim in the next row but there are too many copies to adopt I am tired of not knowing and also trying to know pretending to show otherwise we are drying our eyes and imaging surprise and in the meantime we’ll be fine although the show goes elsewhere