Literature
'nothing' is a raptor
*** Listen to me read this piece:
When I tell you "it's nothing" you usually hear:
the clouds are dark
and rough like elephant skin
and I'm caught up
in the folds of an ear,
tangled and desperate for relief
but unsure how to flip myself an escape.
You usually hear:
the world is still turning
on its axis
and I am left breathless, breaking....
broken in more ways than I can count on my hands,
broken in more ways than I can put a name to,
broken in more ways than I can ever explain.
It's not that simple, really.
Really, "nothing" is a raptor
dragging furrows down my sides,
screaming unintelligible.
"nothing" is horseshoes and handgrenade
