We're in the between
the cliche
were they talk at us
and we try to respond
but they dont really listen
and now what?
I want to be free
to troubabdor
I want to live
I want to make a cake
we all want to do these things
we all have these ideas
we must converge into a trial
of youth
where it doesn't really matter who we are
but what we are.
What do we stand for?
Nothing at all
and smile
because that is the point.
It doesn't matter
so just run.
Run far off into the woods
where they lurk
waiting for us.
Or stay
in the warp of mixed up time, where we all flow into one.
Or be free and run were they lurk because the will make you strong
will make you person
girl
boy
man
woman
instead of frozen in a body wasted on you.
Grow, learn
don't be afraid
because we all lurk eventually.
In the between.
To be free.
Sink
My sink is broken
between 2 and 6
I wait.
She screams violence violence.
I wait.
Close my eyes and close my mind.
Its just the sink.
Between 2 and 6
quarter after.
15 more minutes.
She screams violence violence
I numb my ears
lull the sounds
14 more minutes
only a sink.
Her voice is penetrating
hold your breathe and make it go away
face clear in my mind
13 more minutes
where is that repair man?
Her face fades
she fades away.
no more screams.
The silence is deafening.
Open your eyes.
The bird wails.
The sink is fixed.
