In Between the Atoms, I Sink

Today is one of those days it would be better to just give up. My brain and body are begging for distraction.

But I’m not feeding them shit today.

So, nose in between the pages, and I’m learning all about the Great War and the way we wanted to forget, how curves turned to angles and lines pointing us to something; meanwhile, literature bent in on itself, circumlocutory like atoms, electrons wrapping round one another, unseen, invisible, impervious.

My hands should go right through you; why are you stopping me?

Your heart is a fount. Your words, soapstone. Your eyes, that still silence, leaking through, lost in between the lamplight, trails of cigarette smoke, overstrong drinks, and underthought sentiments we couldn’t help but feel, anyway.

Any way