some days

thecompanyofghosts:

some days i will sit in the square and look out on the crowd

and everyone looks empty

the children are grey, their parents almost invisible

what happened?

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i watch the young mothers

so cold and so precise

every movement calculated

every inhale sharp

even the sun would scowl if it could

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these are the days preceded by restless nights

when i lie down on that yellowed sheet

sweat for seven hours

then rise, as if i have somewhere to be

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it’s always too warm

at midday

at twilight

my palms are clammy, my hairline drenched

and there is a knot in my stomach the size of a football

or the size of the moon

or bigger than everything, i don’t know anymore

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some days i watch the businessmen downtown, smoking cigars and telling jokes without punch lines

and at the end of every joke

one of them tries to turn the corners of his mouth upwards

and as i silently observe this ridiculous show

i want to laugh

if only it weren’t so grotesque

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i laugh anyway

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i love seeing the twenty-somethings walk in and out of coffee shops

they go in looking tired

and they come out looking tired and three dollars poorer

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it seems to me that as you grow older

you do something like melt

very slowly, of course

but your bones shorten millimeter by millimeter

you lose small parts of yourself

in the shops you frequent

every time you feel pity

or when you become over-eager to receive gifts

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it’s these daily hurdles that are sucking you dry

your love of material possessions

and your propensity to kill things smaller than yourself

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on those rare nights when i sleep long enough to dream

i see myself in the park

digging my nails into the dirt

looking at the bugs in awe

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they are so colorful

and every single one is opaque

they don’t seem to fade

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i am quickly filled with rage

and i slam my fist into the ground, trying to hurt the things that have yet to hurt me

i am throwing punches at the dirt, my breathing grows heavy, and a crowd starts to gather

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when i wake up

i am filthy

my bedroom looks like a forest

and i do not feel so alone