Thursday, August 28, 2008

fits around me so tight

People become thread occupants of meaninglessly useful everyday organisms. They cinch together the mismatching fabrics that is their lives in hopes of...mildly interesting pillow talk. Or a nice California sushi lunch. We are all opting for bigger, better things for a second or two of what is most scarce in supply: happiness. Is it in a red and yellow box with a toy inside? Or in the silky touch of a just-showered lover's legs. Possibly in the shadows that trees make, something your fingers are itching to sketch. Whatever it is, whoever it is, I hope against all hopes that it is waiting for me like I am waiting for it.