The Dead Leave Us Starving With Mouths

Once I Was Lost In A Forest. I Was So Afraid. My Blood Pounded In My Chest And I Knew My Heart's Strength Would Soon Be Exhausted. I Saved Myself Without Thinking. I Grasped The Two Syllables Closest To Me, And Replaced My Heartbeat With Your Name.

The Shadow-past Is Shaped By Everything That Never Happened. Invisible, It Melts The Present Like Rain Through Karst. A Biography Of Longing. It Steers Us Like Magnetism, A Spirit Torque. This Is How One Becomes Undone By A Smell, A Word, A Place, The Photo Of A Mountain Of Shoes. By Love That Closes Its Mouth Before Calling A Name.

History Is The Gradual Instant

When You Are Alone - At Sea, In The Polar Dark - An Absence Can Keep You Alive. The One You Love Maintains Your Mind. But When She's Merely Across The City, This Is An Absence That Eats You To The Bone.

The Dead Leave Us Starving With Mouths Full Of Love.” From “memoriam