as if it were normal, to overlook the truth and follow one's misgivings. but we do it everyday and it is done so often it feels right.
hurrying home to get in the bath where i felt i would finally relax with
a tall glass of red wine-
spilt-
staining the side of the cheap coat i was taking off
racing for peace,
a peace i can never hold onto much longer than the water emptying from the drain-
all around me the sounds of muffled pain, souls needing expansison- one gets accustomed to this white noise. we race by it. stand silently next to it while we wait in line for our coffee to be made. the one noise we should heed and yet-
my coffee order is up.
