the difference between now and them…the rest of them…is the strenuous stretching. the overarching slowness of accommodating relics. convenient flickers. pressed-against pictures, forced out and through. bellies of bourbon. reactive smiles. hiding nothing.
while they were standing, we hankered and scoured. while they mentioned the words, we swallowed whispers. they planted and nourished, we starved and begged.
but my lack of discernment, my pause to bare, only saw light when the mountains bled dark. i only saw there while the missing of now, my eyes closed safely while in dangers of sleep.
while my dusty hands pressed against my face, polluting my dreams.