August 24, 2014

curious.




the differences were distinct.

glaringly, as it were.

thick lines drawn around them.

similar colors 
as if a painter had used the same palette
but perhaps
a heavier hand
for the one on the left.

and the one on the right,
unfinished pencil
lumbering strokes.

i wonder had you always known?
i suppose you had,
but still out of the shadows
you stepped.

when you move about the world
in such a fashion
some people must appear quite
curious

like an itch to scratch
no matter how slowly.

like a hand-woven pillow made of hardy fabric,
one that you picked up 
from a tired couch
in Mexico.

inspect.
embrace.
smell.
put down.

walk towards another object
turn back now

pause.

see a stranger
lying on the couch
now

pounding a fist 
into the pillow
now

i see you
through heavy lidded eyes,
hiding behind myself.

i see you.