waking feeling soft
memories of the sounds of
silk 침아's
making time stand still
making even natives
stop
and
stare
rendering
an alleyway
silent
and we've been everywhere together
my chucks and i
"youve helped me remember something id forgotten"
- (heard that line so many times from so many "hers")
(when now will i be able to forget all that i am
reminded
of?)
and they're rotting
rotting at the seams
weary soles
weary threads
hole driven canvas
you know how i dress
so then why am i so excited about the colours
of this
한복 ?
(the silence that it renders
the time it makes to
stop
will be for the
oddity
and rarity
my hair's too "mussed"
to render that kind of
homespun
beauty)
i keep waking
these past 2 morns
to the softest inner feeling
like everything
is just
around the corner
that im about to
'round
stare down at the ground
to my worn out weary
much beloved
scuffed to the soles
1950s cons
chucks
think of all the places that we've been together
how memory wears down rubber
and dirt
sleet
snow
mud
earth
can eat through canvas
and time
can wear
not just flesh
but
sailor's cloth
so thin
look up
take a photo
think of morning
recall the sound of
silk
and say to self
"ahhh now
this
this here now
is
love"
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