Archive | January, 2017

Wishes

11 Jan

I would go back as me now to remember, to pay better attention, to catalogue stories in my brain detail by detail, to have a photographic memory and write it all into epic novels.

To erase the depression of an incomplete body.

To make out just making out leading to nothing but dry humping, for hours lips chapping the world losing time my body losing gravity and space.

Ringing telephones with no end, no answering machine no voicemail just ringing on and on let it ring for endless minutes, impatiently patient cultivating slow Buddhist focus on one thing, no multi tasking. No. Multi. Tasking.

Wishes for slowness. Wishes for unfinished minds and half bodies to remember better than we all have. Wishes for their eyes to unspiral and see each other.