28 october

It remains to be seen where this will go whether punctuation will be used will be abused the movement continuous delineating the space the primary colors bothering each other with such basic questions the dimensions the lessons lessening the secondary scary steps toward neglect if I had an answer I would break it in two and I would give part of one of those halves to you I’d think about the rest for a while you wouldn’t want to just eat it or keep it in your pocket or put it in a safe or something really if you had an answer would you plant it or give it to your mother would you hide it in a hole in a tree and hope your lonely neighbor would find it and would you walk for miles in someone else’s shoes and then write a book about it hundreds of years later and with a better vocabulary why do people write these stories and who else’s stories could we write other than our own we think we have these secrets but the secret is that everyone else has them too and we are delicious in our own minds and mouths we jiggle the loose tooth jewels with our lollipop tongues wiggling the sugarysweet happiness that is guaranteed no one can take from you the sweet of candy no one can turn off the sun or swallow your sleep whole there are things you can always get back even if you lose that answer you thought you had kept even if your pockets fall out and all you were holding in your fingers slips through there are secrets that we tell each other just to keep them safe and these are the secrets I’m telling to you and these are the answers I give you to keep the toast and the eggs and the slight dishwasher heat of a diner coffee cup served with a spoon that was always that bent these are the reasons to wake up and no one can take that from you when you’re breaking up and broken when you’re mistaking and mistaken you will have morning to stretch into and yours will be the day when the phone won’t take your calls and your mirror cannot answer you will have the space that is beyond you and you will fill it up you will open yourself to swallow and you will be swallowed and whole you will find peace beyond the searching and you will grow mountains and gardens and dreams yes this is the letter I’m writing myself dear past me you will be fine and should I find I need it again dear future me you will be fine