justwrite 21 april

Thinking about falling asleep with my eyes full I am closed for the moment the day zones in and out of time and the rhymes are too rich to waste on still-soaking laundry it’s trying its own time it’s weighing its own way home while the bathroom clock keeps ticking and the magnets pull open the fridge we’ve got lids on so no worries and the eggs are more or less still blurry in the car-alarm fireworks and the ensuing static the dramatic smoke that cracks the shells of more patient vehicles the chills come through and the salamanders you once saw waiting on the rock are now docked in elsewise pockets we are telling all of the stories today and we cannot close our open mouths our minds finding defining reasons the changing seasons multiply themselves while the healths of many nations are tossed into the popcorn maker spitting out chance through the 80’s brown plastic chute we’re certain to recreate this memory and the name may sure be lost but I have got significant bits of fluff stuffed in there it’s unfair to shorten the schedule but it’s hard to untangle the strands holding hands we find we are ourselves to blame and the iridescent shame that stripes my face while the students come a-begging makes me turn away makes me set aside the curtain and hurtle toward the exit not what anyone signed on for or up nor the dotted lines neither either fine we are casting off that net and not with the meaning of catching something else just a safe and healthy escape from the fences we lace ourselves