I say erstwhile
& you find me at thirteen looking for rocks in a field with a coat made of
clouds. And I think what the inside of my mind has looked like and
whether it is populated now by trees or by the hollow outlines of those I
have thought to measure. Our minds are all the same distance from one
another which is to say distant. But there is something tender embedded in
being still alive. How numb I felt when the wind started up again moving
your hair in a direction my mind could not locate as anything but
distortion.
Holly Amos |