you dream.
 an old schoolmate who married an old boyfriend.
 she comes, annoying, bothering, reminding.

you remember.
 the first love, the first cry, the first wound.
 My heart never recovered, it healed

a mass of stitches and scars.

avec les mains.
 prendre une grande boule de peinture rouge, et ajouter quelques traces de noir et de bleu.
 mes couleurs préférées.
 Evidemment, le réveil a alors sonné.

“The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.”
 ~Philip Roth

another day, another night
 the here, the now
 the delay, the flow

(29–30 Nov. 2013)