when i was 5 i thought an air humidity of 100% meant you were submerged

[helarxe]

A ghazal, hastily adapted from the Portuguese.

Regrets of allegiances switched on ragged bedsheets
Breathing in the dust, in fear, tossing and turning

In night all bitter now the sweet of mono no aware
Shame of idiocy, a lie, a leer, tossing and turning

Fleeting, fleeting dreams of creations never materialize
Teased by ghost caresses, sheer tossing and

Comments

[kavitykrunch]

mgo

[zlandicar]

When I was five I was sitting behind my grandmother's couch and worrying about how I was gonna have to pretend to believe in God for "the rest of my life". XD