“one more dedicated peaceful moment
just give me one more dedicated peace moment”
-a perfect circle, “Orestes”
just one moment not out of rage or sorrow, one moment broken free from all the rest, an icicle driven through my lip, limbs into trees into fingers into eyes into love into skin without wounds, scars without pain, laughter without despair.
i drove myself into brick walls to feel bones crack through battered muscle and the swell of my cheek bruised into a bright blue and purple specked with blood and the uneasy feeling that yet this wasn’t enough, still not enough, all this not ever enough.