antiquesShe knew that moving too soonantiques by Veo33
would stir the rheumatism in his bones.
So she stayed in the same place
for two hours, listening
to his laborious breaths
rearranging the dust flecks
left on his lips from their kissless evenings.
He woke, coughing and crumbling.
She thought the effort would finally take him.
His eyes glazed by fading faces and promises made as a child.
He used to sing to her every morning.
Today, he strained to recognize her hands helping him out of bed.
For three days, he had called her Margret.
At the table, she answers the same questions
as the day before, and the day before, and every week before that.
Briefly, she considers replacing her name with a song bird or a Pop Idol,
but cannot bring herself to lie, knowing
how soon she may be forgotten.
Every evening she strokes his face
and whispers her wedding vows
as if they were a secret.
ImpossibleI dream of a womanImpossible by Veo33
with a stag's head.
Her wrist chained to her antlers.
She parts her lips to speak
but only whimpers
Three two one"I can't imagine." She saysThree two one by Veo33
as if to herself.
I twist the lighter in my fingers
and forget to say anything.
"I'm so sorry" and I can tell she is,
but how can I respond to that?
There is a moment, where I look to the ocean
and remember how it feels to drown.
A dead girl walking.
To die without leaving a corpse.
Current Residence: no where, now.
MP3 player of choice: cocksmoker.
Skin of choice: the kind that doesn't perpetually shiver.