finding time

It was there all along. And everything waited and everything remained. Sometimes you have to retreat with another to remember to remember that existence exists beyond love affairs and sweat. These hours are fleeting; so how do you want to suck on them to arrive at the strongest taste.

Sometimes you have to give it up. There are only so many memories minutes in a day. Ration the tears, the swallows, the gallops of gluttony. Some don’t come back. Most will never return. When you feel something drip on your head, it may either be a pigeon’s exit wounds or a reminder to look up.

The only thing you really need to do today is breathe.

What time am I?

my blinks are blue and dripping midnight
two trillion time zones just between eye lid and upper lip
molecular pendulum swings proteins & hunger

breaths triggered by a.m. or p.m.
tiny patch of cells like controlled machines
make me yearn for breakfast

blame moon once again for theorizing body
or rhythm of sun staining worry into skin
because it is evening and more of a bully then

those are not freckles but dust from
convulsing stars
settling like photographs into my skin

it is 2:21 somewhere
and this somatic mechanism
makes me want to lose track of its duration