Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The antidote

To an empty refrigerator
A spacious bed
A clean floor
To having all the time in the world
To every matter I ever closed
Or gave up on
To every absolute
And prediction
To habit
Déjà vu
To independence
And carrying my own suitcase
To brittle promises
Existential questions
To nightmares
To suspicion
To forgetting
To remembering
To leaving early
To reason
To stale dreams I forgot what box I put in
To sensible shoes 
Gloveless hands 
Pulled-back hair
To the right time and the right place
To every day feeling like Wednesday

You are the antidote