like fools gold
and hold the
heartache in
high esteem,
somewhere soon
the machine
will beep and
three words
in the sentence
will die of shock.
there are languages
set in crystal cutting
clean the sense of
urgency; so when
she smiled her
dialect was well understood.
"in the sleeping past something waits; and its stories will smell like wet paper when told leaving the nightmares around your bed like traps."
