Monday, December 07, 2009

The take cover. The sweeping insensitivity of this. Still Life.

lift your skinny fists. by ashley brown

When I wish to be elsewhere at 26. With someplace or someone to call home. Please remind me that you promised. without fingers crossed behind your back. like I would have done given the weight of all those prophesies and parched lips.
Remind me that when you said no. and not yet.
You were just busy writing another part of the story.
One where more hearts beating blood through our veins and against our ears and lips.
Where bodies would turn to bread.
And planning the night when all those cathedral walls fell down and we would find you sitting among the rubble.
Remind me, you were just busy saving my life.


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