boom

faint is what i don't need now; but it something that leaves me wishing. breathing for more of you, not you-that was you, but faded into those clustered into stars. wishing that the shadow would stop tango-boxing with my dainty attempt for hands held up in the air, those moments of colorful sand storms, i reach for the only one i can remember-that star encased in more rigor. like how i froze everything in time including two more years and tulips and coffee by the market and dunkin donuts and coconuts and hilarious vans and unwashed hair. everytime i see these i weep. there is so much to remember in this era of posthumous sepia; it is only really seen in blacks and whites. then there is that organic past that felt like countless nights of espressos and nightmares. it has boomeranged more than once; you have made your point.