a day at rest

my flesh in ribbons. a startled heart. dancing the darkness between dusk and dawn. squeezing through the cracks where the light changes. slip sliding into the infinite.

the softness of days in the harshest of lights. domesticity and plumes of smoke. i file away my highlighters. the angles of flourescent too sharp on these weary eyes.

i would prefer softer distinctions. i am seeking fuzzy lines and avoiding juxtaposition. my soul is a bird with a fluttering heart. nervous when held to close.

i coo insight and superstition. adjust my sparkles to chase darkness away.