Friday, December 20, 2013

laundry day: when it's all been said






Words should always have
the momentum
to take us somewhere
but often we leave them
stretched like laundry
motionless
between you and I
and there they stay
until I reel them back in
or, like this morning, unable
to look at them
for one more fucking day
I head to the window
to cut them down.

But you must have known
because you got there first
and now stand
arms full of what was.

I wave, sheepish scissors in hand
Remember that day,
you finally said hello?
It was a good day.