submarine dreams

I told you I wanted to tattoo a line of my writing on my left shoulder-blade but I still hadn’t decided on which line, and you said—trying to be funny—that I should get the vertical line, but I couldn’t bring myself to laugh because I was thinking of the serifs that make vertical lines beautiful and fill in the spaces around my words because I never want them to be separated. I told you about her and how I abandoned full stops because I felt her mirrored in my fingernails as they tapped the keys stringing thoughts together in waterfalls because my emotions were chains and each looped into the next so that I couldn’t stop and the lines became filled with letters so that I could no longer choose the words to write on my body, because I couldn’t break these thoughts with double spaces and carriage returns and I didn’t want too. I never wanted them to be separated.

22 February 2012 ·

• Tags
• prose
• poetry
• prosetry
• spilled ink
• writing
• if i got rid of ALL my full stops i'd feel like i was copying joanne