when they come, I am always expecting
them
not because of intuition (my
imagination has run dry)
it's just that I call on them
please
come
and with faithfulness I have never
expected in my life
they do
they love me, but we are mismatched:
their skin is so prickly that as soon
as they touch me I bleed
not
that I've ever cared
I have never known a sweeter embrace
this beach has no beginning
and I am my own parasite
I have been here for so long that
(with words that I know by heart)
it
seems like a tale
that there is a way out
that this night was ever a day
Someday, I will call them for one last
time
I will make them a present: me
everything of me, they are supposed to
eat
alive and not leave one bone behind
Outside is the sea leading me to a
place
where everything shines with a light I
wouldn't remember seeing before
Outside is a real human voice, Outside
is touching that doesn't come from a dream
Outside is an exit, Outside is never finding a path back in
Outside is: everything.