memorial

well, now i just don't
want to write today, these
words that
exist whether i write, or
not.
it's gloomy out, (but
it's a holiday! oh, boo)
and my temporary hideaway
has seem to worn
thin
as certain types of softened
skin. now,
i will do those things,
hold my tongue and
unfurrow my fingers from
one another. because after
all, a gloomy day should
have a little bit of writing,
though,
wouldn't you say?
so paper it is! to
pack away, to blur the
ink, to muddle it's voice.
i guess the words, they
get written somehow,
either way.

(happy. gloomy. holiday.)

~k.