Tuesday, June 23, 2015

holding pattern

You asked me what took my breath away. 
A porn star with "we are all stardust" tattooed on her left inner thigh,
I told you. 
And it was true.
It did take my breath away.
From silicone to stardust, perhaps there is hope yet. 
I was tense even though you smiled at my answer.
Honestly, I didn't know how you would take it.
I offered to get you coffee but you shook your head no.
I would have offered to tend the fire but
             we have no stove. 
It's just as well. 
I held my breath, waiting. 
How different holding your breath is as opposed
             to having it taken away. 
Finally you got up from the couch
             and went to take a shower or build an observatory. 
I exhaled, thinking of black ink and a pale thigh.


--6/23/15

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