Burning dead things in the concrete jungle
(for R)
This is how I burn dead
things. I have slow hands.
The first step is to light a match
before you watch it burn.
Set fire to it. That first
step for me was to burn a
diary. The letters I wrote
to you. I had to erase all
memory of conversation.
How handsome you looked in that photograph.
In that light. I tried not to
remember specific details.
Thought that would save me.
It was easy at first not
to let the past linger. When I burn things now,
I stay at the shallow end
of things.
Kommentaar
Dis 'n pynlike wond.