Friday, June 01, 2012

muscles unused

I no longer keep a journal.
On paper the words became too powerful
...and yet not powerful enough to express the roiling chaos,
because I did not want to deal with
those feelings.

And now I have less of a choice.
Or rather my choices come down to acceptance
of eating glass,
Or melting that glass and blowing a goblet for holding key limes.

But the paper is insecure.

This electronic medium, though less stable, reflects my instability.

I will try.