twenty four hours
little moths are waking up and kissing each other within my insides. they don’t view this as a prison and neither should you.
i have your eyes on repeat circling through my head. my body feels like a volcano erupting for the first time in ten thousand years. this span of time means little when i think about your hands. dormant no longer, don’t be afraid.
rolling waves of hunger crash throughout an empty cave. i deny this pleases the moths and shout to the sky ‘stop fading so fast, please don’t go down.’ there is only an illusion of absence and everything is mostly okay.
i am covered in a layer of feeling that is dead to the world. i will pick it off and scatter it beneath my feet. if you were born without eyelids you haven’t missed a thing.
One Truth For Every Person
What is the smallest amount of money you would pick up off the street?
Even if the street was really dirty?
I pick it all up, a penny.
The other day I saw a penny and a few steps later thought I should go back for it, but I didn’t.
I was with somebody, and it was only a penny.
If I had taken maybe just half a step, I would have turned, bent, pocketed.
How far back would you walk to get that smallest amount of money you would pick up?
I think it was Monday I saw this penny, tucked into a patch of grass along the sidewalk. Now it’s Thursday, and it’s cold, and I have a little cough.
But maybe I could figure out where it was.
If I didn’t have so much to do in this life, I would go back for it.
A really interesting person would do that. Maybe one day I would meet him or her and ask what he or she did for work.
To which this interesting person would respond, “It’s not really a job, but I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to find a penny I passed, but it wasn’t shiny and it was tucked into a patch of grass.”
“Before that,” this person would say, “I spent a while stacking rocks down by the falls. Last year I invented a new sort of composting toilet.”
Actually, thinking about it now, I am glad that I did not pick up that penny.
Because then while talking to this person, hands in my pocket, I would rub my found penny, meeting his or her eye, nodding like everything was normal, inside panicking.
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