they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

this pit.

i remember one day
years ago...
surrounded by friends and family and suddenly
being struck with the truth
that there are lonely people.
i looked out the window
at a woman -
fast -
and i wondered if inside her head
regret raged
or worse,
the empty pit of loneliness,
i sort of shrugged and became grateful
for a house full of warmth and laughter
and a little bouncing dog, even -
a house that became a fortress,
protecting me from the isolation
i so feared.

thing is, i've since been that walking woman
and the pit of loneliness is much deeper
and life-sucking
than my naivety could have ever comprehended.


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