the most beautiful place we know

calming to think we all spent our Thursday nights contemplating our chains, wondering if we’ll be trapped all our lives. all I need is a little time, a tiny bit of a moment. To wonder. and if I find a drop of anything that tastes like truth, I will never stop drinking. let my existence be ocean-wide, somersaults of salty waves, for that’s the only way any of us get someplace. I could fill the rafters if I wanted to but someone told me once you have to practice for moments like these but I never knew. so my breathless air stays trapped around my throat, and my bright-wild eyes are the only things looking up because down here feels so small and up there feels too wide. cold tiles hard benches scream my body move they say chances come in fragments but I can’t make a mosaic out of bent pieces so when the light comes in, I’ll fold my dreary knees, succumb to the warm-drench drink in the colored glass in shards at my feet say a prayer, graciously depart; unlik