It Went From Lukewarm to Nothing   

This glass is wet and I am alone again my foot is asleep and I am remembering what it felt like when I was younger and drunk like this and I am wondering when I ever changed and what I am like now –

I’ve got half a mind to call you and see you and touch you and feel you and sweat on you and breathe with you and punch you for ever making me love you and I just want to let this all out. I just want to let this all out –

I want it out of me like the ocean wants the foam to rest on the shore. I want it out like I want the breath to leave me for good. I want you out. I want you out. I want to spit you out like a fly that collided with my mouth –

Swimming in the caverns of my thick saliva. I want you out like the dust in my lungs. I want you out like the dirt in my pores.

But we are melded together like the rain on the earth. We are all mixed up like that.

Like mud.

We are like mud. And I hate you for it. I am walking through deserts of mud and you just rest on my skin and cake on my skin and suffocate my skin like a disease. We are like mud. And I would kill for some sand –

© 2007 Victoria Rohac