- (no subject)
- November 25th, 2013
Make me a mural, please. All the scraps of your life, every rusted wire and water damaged photograph. Tape it to my wall and I'll make a tiny spotlight for your best things, sit them on pillars and showcase them against the backdrop of all that you are. This is you, all of it, every horror and miracle that tightened your muscles, calcified your bones, hardened the skin of your knuckles. You move within it, swirling around you, these pieces that you choose to hold on to, these pieces that swirl around you, confetti from a distance. Some pieces of you are in motion, kinetic installations. Some are mouldering in trunks you, condensor, lug to every place you go and drag under y/our bed at night. Nothing fearful here, dragon. Even the things that teriffied you, dust and ash and memory of the smell of snow, this is you now. Now, now, now. Nothing in these boxes, heavy with nothing now that can hurt you. Time is wizard and watchkeep. And I, sitting on your open porch, wait for you, valiant prodigal ", to come back home.