blue dark midnight, like the womb, a chance to duck into the deepest of fears. you are a monster, not fully child, not fully human, with gills yet to evolve erased along the sides of your neck. when you are complete, you emerge into the stark daylight with lungs of steel and breathes of storm, your voice announcing your come. with gills erased from the neck, they grasp you there first and then your haunches next. thus you are held for the first in your life, and then again soon after, when you desire to hold them by their necks and then their waists, cradling them close so your body can tell. the difference is that you are held first proudly for the introduction, and then you are held next fiercely, dreadfully, each moment a lesson in debt, promise, illusion. the kiss, soon after, and your faces disappear, and your voice announces your come. what follows after both midnight losses are a jumble of edges and fractures and animations and expressions; marks left by our lives, fleeting.
  ¶ 7/25/2004 03:25:00 AM