the things you discover when you spend the entire day in a basement are much like you can find staring at the lines of your own hand.|
i watched the shadows change from the sun outside to the glow of my monitor
i walked paces around the boxes i haven't unpacked, i traced the lines of my paintings, getting dusty but somehow almost still wet
i listened to pinging in the waterheater, i counted the beams and the pipes.
i waited for them to come home, and when i heard their feet on the floor above it sounded like an invasion
these things were constant:
the lillies lining the one window that matters
the hum of my patchwork computer
the headphones cupping my ears like a lover
loneliness separated by wood and lead, echoed in my breathing, the embarrassment of tears sliding out from the corners of my eyes, making lines like a map to my ears, forgetting they were there the minute they dried.
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien