nepheliad's blog

Rain cannot be watched tearing

(tearing)

upwards past buildings and grey

metal clouds. Against wills, wickness

only be-falls you, coating throats

like cough syrup; sticky sweet and full

of sentiment.

Pull back from ledges and find your base

(base)

affect influenced by purely platonic

incidents of no consequence. What deed

inspires your insipid, biting

remarks towards the unarmored

throats of strangers?

It has been brought to my

(was, is, would be) attention that each

time I spy your name, my brain cannot help

but hiccup, passively, and wonder if you are

not dead.

Again, passively, (C, E#, minors, majors (mine specifically)

sharps and flats distinctively play) I

have thought about what (would, could

should have been) is and isn't

and I have felt okay (all right, or otherwise)

when I am ignoring the world.

It is a salty smell, not unlike the depth and the darkness that you might associate with it. The smell seeps from my jeans, a smell that does not belong to me, but comes from me. If I look hard enough, I will see what I think is a wet spot, and it will turn out to be a spot where the jeans didn't receive as much friction in the denim washing process.

It is not that I did not notice the smell this morning, when I put the jeans on. It was not as full or ripe then. The smell has become a rose that smells too warm or wet to be anything other than what it is.

Threading needles is easy with one eye

shut. Thin boys who shed clothing in

morning light and expect a warm breast need not

knock, for this house is empty come noon-time.

It would be easy to dribble down the stair-

case, coffee in hand and sweep the cold

floor, but I have finished with your

messes. Wipe your boots or do not

enter.

Still, the door jam sits too high.

No thread can tie the beams

down. Older women have told me:

All this happened, more or less. Elliot was there when the sugar cane fields blew black smoke into the sky, when the goats that were chained to the tiny village cottages bleated because they were frightened and knew they only had hours before they would be killed and consumed and shit out by humans. So it goes.