a message for you.
please excuse my dust as this blog site is still under construction.
how can we act like we got nothin’ at all.
(posted on Wednesday, September 23 by eii wyy nae.)
the waves are cruel to the gooseberries & the apple tree we planted when we agreed to every forever, the salted air holds no favours for the soil we spent weeks removing from our nails, the grit that stuck in our molars, the shells cares not for the roses, nor the violets, forcing them to warp into shapes we cannot name the sand loves nothing inside our hedged space spending its time wearing every inch of it away: there is an ocean in my garden & i have forgotten what the back gate looks like, uh-oh & the horizon.
nobody watches us as we crept through the cracks in the pavement by the oak tree outside my house, that threw itself towards my window in the storms that grew when we did. i held on to the banister of my bed & wishes you every inch of all the thread i ever sent you through the air, i threw in hope of your catch, to keep you safe, keep you making, keep your hands warm -
'& i built a home for you, for me.'
Signed with love,
the diarykeeper, eii wyy nae.
Labels: creep, gooseberries, hedge space, molars., nails, pavement, thread
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