{ girl going home }

i was born

i was born

i took my chances

i was born

i walk out on the precipice of the day and the earth bleeds its last, upward, slowly. the fragment of a melody (and i'm so, so sorry) trickles down the left side of my throat, traveling like death and tears, more quickly than we'd like but nothing's to be done. tonight there's freedom in this futility --- tides rise, hearts fall, and still we go on. i see the beginning of tomorrow like a silent movie, in pieces, when i close my eyes. and already i yearn for bed, tomorrow's sleep, next year's promises. i'm overcome by the arc of my life, how i'm making my halting mark on the geometry of time. with a surge of wonder i turn the key, i fall into the darkness, the motor shakes to life, the gears find their grip, and like so many times before i am on my way home.

she