non-negotiable

there's something in

a failed attempt that can

eat away at you

like the expecting luminous

hallway light,

a commencement of

another life,

before you were born

it even smells new

and makes your stomach

turn with possibilities,

but now that's gone

and your skin doesn't seem

to gleam the way it did,

in the mornings it is porous

and soggy from trying to

drink the morning closer,

colors have lost their harbor

and set a drift to someone

else's life, where concrete

is just a wall that

they can climb.

Comments

[Brian Edwards]

Like this Erika. Wanna make a coupla suggestions but as this isn't in critique . . . .

B.

[Erika Hommel]

complain away, I don't care

[Brian Edwards]

Ha! I don't remember!

Maybe the hallway light? Yeah, something there. Expecting luminous.

B.

[pete pick]

expectant? (i expect).

real good though, i thought.