the confidence of

“It’s returning to the stranger of your previous self passing you by on roller skates.”

“Everyone commits unconscious fraud, but crimes against your own humanity remain largely unenforceable.”

“Don’t be silly, I just wanted to hear you say you think I’m pretty.”

“You walk with the confidence of a much taller woman.”

Because she hadn’t had a moment to breathe. No bit of space to call her own, even if she did have the back of a Camel pack, a portal of the porthole in the plaster, and sometimes a view.

Sometimes a forest, sometimes a cave; sometimes a sound.

A fault line. A tyranny of averages.

And, what I thought was an ever accumulating posse of ghosts was just me coming to notice them. For, they had been there the whole time. Like when I came to understand when someone begins a sentence with “I hate to mention it”, most of the time, they mean to say “I love having a chance to bring this up.”

When I do come back it will surely be as a book, or a bit of English in a pool game, or the illegible scrawlings penned by someone in ecstasy. And, I know God and I are playing in this moment.

“I shudder everytime I hear the record’s scratch.”

“I like it.”

“It sounds like breaking. Rumination.”

“Sounds like creation.”

“Oh, shut up, Shiva. Shakti the eff up.”

Falling into a swoon of kisses before saying Dummy,” and slapping him from his reverie.

Opposed to topical

It becomes entrancing to speak over certain sonic soundscapes.

The spell of time it takes.

Some times sometimes equals…

Whispers and hushed cadences of proper pronunciation uttered in exhalations.

Wind chimes play themselves, engaging in an impromptu scratch band jam.

Speaking in silvery serpentine, panting tongues.

Wound about a staff; a string fretted across a guitar peg.

The sun was tired today. Its absence made it more visible than its own, natural effulgence.

What writing is not dependent upon the current mental space of the scrivner?

Like when s/he chooses unnecessarily fancy words to say “writer”.

And, whence does the unhearable punctuation of a period fall in the intervals of this recitation of quotes?

“Here.”

Or

“Here”.

“My lips are dry.”

“They make a topical for that.”

“So, you aren’t opposed to topical on principle?”