June 30 2012

Grace. The ever flowing watchamacallit. The reason they got picked and you did not. And vice versa. If you’re able to reply. Many crickets heard these days. So little little left. A clearing on the table. Dusty things. A can of air. The magic in your hands. Moving it around with your fingers. Jack and Jill. In your mind they’re there, but they’re not in the room. Feeling pangs in your chest, sweet, that make you want to jump outside yourself. Missing it is having it the way you want it. Notice anything?