anmisto

                                  dearest,                          today         i was                   the ocean.                           i tried to               reach the            forest but         could only get    as far as sand  before the cratered  moon pulled me back again.           ankles       the       of      at            shrie-    i bit                king,                           shivering                            children and retreated                               back into my cocoon of                                 plankton and salt. i crashed and                                  rushed, i

     It starts like the bristling detachment of Velcro or the arrogant snap of a rubber band on your wrist. The cringing, ripping sound, the reflexive quick sting, ringing vibrantly on in the moments after. Like a bell that tolls a beat of hours that is overlooked in the passing, then counted by recalling rhythm afterwards. Instinctually, you want to keep going, keep climbing, over rubble and debris. The day has long since ended as you move through stark jagged blackness. You check the breast pocket of your jacket for a match. You strike the little brown line, once, twice, three times and light the now apparent hallway. The match burns down t