FOR: EVER

May 05, 2014

To: Night I showed up in the moment; warm. This smile is half me and all whiskey dancing to a song that has not yet been written on bathroom stalls and status updates.

I came here tonight, into this now, here as a member of my ex's bandwagon — waving kick me flags and show me stickers across the surface of the same skin where I once tattooed a promise to myself.

I talk like space program: fully funded and readying launch dates. But I feel like bomb shelter: fully stocked and ready for isolation. I have lost sleep waiting for these words to: night. I have lost sleep trying to comprehend the everything that is happening in this moment across the span of time where day break and night set and your collarbone is a fingerprint for some memories that give themselves away in the dark or under certain light in the dust of everything dying at once.

To: Day hold me to the launch dates on my calendars. I have squared away enough time in my being to know
there isn't much difference between a month and a chess board, aside from keeping our queens alive, we're all just trying to get things in check.

To: No end. To: Every end. To: Knowing where we are. For: Ground. For: Get. For: Give. To: Night I showed up in the moment and stayed.