somewhere between suicidal and just really tired. you know this place, don't you?
the word is taboo. but it's not about ending living's lease. what if your body were origami and i could rearrange it how i pleased? an empty cupboard. so lite. so new. unordinary and full of what used to be you.
somewhere between novelty and nowhere. where, where...where you get everything you wanted and messages don't make it through. well, some do. but others remain suspended in silence. intoned by guesses and closed down cells. resounding in grocery store parking lots like some playful hell.
so.
would it feel nice to be capsized then reorganized?
to fall into the version where you question if it happened at all. because now it's so quiet and it's nowhere and I went home to a wife and a life that is better or broader or bent in the right direction. would you sit in the questions? pine for a goddamn lesson?
would you even know what to do?
