stories i'll never finish.

iv.

i. where did you come from?
calloused fingers and spinning melodies. seafoam. the soft crumbling flesh of my mother. the ashes of cities that will always reach for me. a faucet clogged with shards of glass. leaking wounds. forgetfulness.

ii. where are you now?
tied to the mast of a ship without cotton in my ears and the sirens are opening their mouths. no man's land. inside the black lungs of my father. a terrace with a rotting railing. falling. failing. the third story of a skyscraper and ninety-two to go.

iii. where do you want to go?
atlantis. the fingertips of a stranger. a room full of books where time has fallen away. the cotton fields and open-mouthed kissing. the hollow of a throat. an ongoing message that says; "come find me if you have something to say. whisper it in my ear. I will get back to you then. back to you."