3.25.2008

breathe out, so i can breathe you in

the rattle of an air vent as the a/c or heater turns on. loose screws, the rattle and vibration of metal; the flow, the breath, the inhalation, if in a room with a dropped ceiling or closed door. the seams of the room
rattle and shift. expanded and rustled, resting back into place. the sound of ceiling panels lifting for a second; suspension followed by gravity's reclamation of what's rightfully his.

pretentious bullshit or sensory recollection? who the fuck knows.

1 comment:

wetsox said...

like marquez said...this is "the poetry of household objects."