Survival #
Stacey Tran
"here's the thing"
"can I be honest with you"
"what are you most afraid of "
"I want to pull you out of the quick sand"
I learned to walk backwards
I begin to look for the blossoms that blew away in the weeks I wasn't home
my co-workers tell me to celebrate my mother's wishes
so that I can form my own for her to celebrate one day
good point
on a walk the other night we had our own church: a box of chilled wine
and Gardettos for dinner
I took some puffs of a cigarette
don't tell anyone
someone always knows the true parts of the poem
it's all true
I know
I am slipping away from answering this question but the future is the sea
and I look at it to find a moon
full in my soul
Robyn Hitchcock said "the past is over and the present will be sadly"
I cried
duh
we fell asleep and the next day was new
the bald coast where the air rolls over us
we feel cold again
as if to become closer again
you hold me up against the alarm going off
the perfectly poached egg is breaking, running all over my sleeve
I, too, have let this go
I climb into your eye and kiss all the hairs
that's gross
but so is the future and we are in love, finally, an easy thing to admit
