No Time to Say Goodbye

June 26th, 2009

ah.
melancholy has returned.
I feel its claws on my shoulder.

this hairline crack in my heart
any second now
the whole organ will shatter and drown me
in a tsunami.

1000 days
limping through a broken glass tundra
leaving behind hemoglobin crumbs
in an octopus ink mist

an endless bowl of ocean water soup
my throat is so dry

memory is a poster behind window
bleached under 3 July suns
An ice cream truck bell
chiming goodbye with a left turn at the stoplight

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