Sunday, August 24, 2008

the biiki machine

a new word with ohmy own spelling. i learned life lessons today straight off of the birdtheme.

asked, does that answer my question? laughed

okay, and something i can just ramble about here, now that i think of it: the most pervasive nostalgia, romantic and more each evening. the wind blowing into drafty windows, cool, falltime. listened to nothing, how? but leaves scraping on asphalt, wind again and cold air, running down a sidewalk to let you in the squeaky gate, closed windows rattling, waking up to curtains brushing against my face, back and forth, alone in bed, every night

one year before, blanker on the memories. i was closed in a room, wanting to walk in a door and feel alone, hearing wind rattle window frames, a dark bedroom with a window facing a brick wall, drinking whiskey in the kitchen. formatted a pleasing imagination

and one year's fall we sat on the rooftop i touched your elbow, a cashmere sweater. you touched my shoe and i felt it all the way through to my skin. we got cold, went inside. i touched your face in the fall, in the front yard, the leaves scraped again