It is not a question of
Whether you were enough
Or not,
Too much,
Or not.
You exceed quantities, go beyond
Into questions of
Whether you were fitting,
My self with yours
Or not,
Fits too well,
Or not.
These are questions of relation
Which means there are two
Trying to be one,
Or not.
So question not your worth
For it exceeds my words
And consumes me
To propel me forward,
Or not.
/michal
Of course I am spinning around
still
in my own little circle, but why
can’t I stop?
I can’t see
the world around me.
It does not keep up with my speed
Like my hands
Which I see clearly (spinning with me).
But the world, a blur.
Let me slow down
And see my reflection
And breathe in sync with her lungs.
I had a small doll once
(With silvery blue hair)
And her hands were sewn together
To make a loop for her knees
To tuck into.
She would sit there and hug herself
And that is all she did.
/michal
meet me in the common room 