Monday, January 4, 2010

Shallow bruises

On the walk between the table and the bathroon

I hit my knee against a chair and pinched my finger

In the craqck between the door and the door frame.

I wanted to be alone today.

To draw, and think, and not think.

I wanted to seat with my headphones on

And take a break from myself.

Instead, I run into a bunch of friends,

We talked, I had coffee. It's 2:45 and I feel like

I'v been in this cafe forever.

In the bathroom I look at my face in the mirror.

The lines, the blemish.

I retrace the conversations, marking the awkwardness, the missplaced jokes, the silences in angry lines

As red as the wall

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