Hesitating in geography
foot in foot out, undecided
biting water surrounding her unhinged nervous body
unmoved, spiritless, distant and appalled
paved in by the lingering hours of loneliness
she is kept, frightened by disordered thoughts
tempted and isolated at the same time
boxes full of sweet reverie
hours of laborious gravity
fingers strained, flesh pulped,
anesthetized from heavy words
domineering divine will
kept in time, humbled with fear
lest she should completely lose herself
into the art, the art today, such is gone tomorrow
the art that is she, and her cramped between these 10 walls
with lemon sugar crepes and promises
crepes that can be enjoyed, fingers sticky, sweet licking
but promises that cannot
leave them here
with the memories, the boxed up idols and ideals
and tokens from rescued moments in time
when content and art could not survive together
as soon as you lock the door for the last time
looking back, struggling to surrender
take a hard deep breath, clasp her hand
and this time don't promise...
just believe in the moment and go
