FALSE STARTS

got there it got there how it got there nut glare shoulder got there it by italicized slanted tilted giving slanted tilted giving giving up and then it got there in time to miss its time to unwrap the giving up into a present of merciless now yet for chimes to bleed the unwrinkling brain into this pool this here there it got here, too as a chasm vanished into the bed skirt once someone's skirt a short close distance to the hard cold floor, too just got there it got here in time to miss its time sometimes too late sometimes too soon a moment just a moment too soon too late just a moment wait too long not long enough for who never said got here it got here in time to grab who never said away in the short close distance to the hard cold floor, too just just got there it got here in time to miss its time as time soaks into the cleaving wood of broken kitchen drawers pulling pushing pulling shoving as contents crash from the front into the back and behind for walls to harbor, too just a moment just just a moment wait too long not long enough for who never said got here it got here in time to grab who never said away in the short close distance to the hard cold floor lies the dislodged tooth and a mouth its dry bottom lip hanging down the short close distance from the bed skirt once someone's skirt where wishes unvoiced gather and freeze at the end of a hose in the back from the front into the back and behind for walls to harbor frigidly reddening eyes as grey skies dim beneath awnings covered in soot and trash adrift on air heavy with discouragement's belches covering the streets in the atmosphere's drool, too here how it got here also also here got here already here and gone and said and unsaid and done and back here into the back and behind for walls to harbor in this stagnant harbor blemishes rise to the surface of her skirt and a mouth its dry bottom lip hanging down the short close distance from the bed skirt once someone's skirt where wishes unvoiced and her wishes their reprimands drag feet down the short close distance to the hard cold floor where wishes unvoiced gather and freeze at the end of a hose in the back from the front into the back and behind for walls to harbor frigidly reddening eyes as grey skies dim beneath awnings covered in soot and trash adrift on air heavy with discouragement's belches covering the streets in the atmosphere's drool.




- Max Stoltenberg