Monday, November 23, 2009

no time but time

by Traci L. Matlock

lying in bed, below my windows.

memories from a long gone Romania, flickering like candles before my eyes; suddenly I'm five years old and falling down grandfather's three story Victorian house all over again. I'd thought I could fly -I still do sometimes. nineteen stitches after landing on the garden rake; the gardener was fired the next day.

scar tissues as thick as the glass my windows consist of; Catalena's sweet lips taste them as the short hand of the clock reaches its end. it looks fatigued as I glance at it through the moonlight. -will it ever get to rest?

2 comments:

  1. oh wow I love your writing.
    xoxo

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  2. wow, you're an amazing writer. this is a great blog.

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