ash-ghosts of the finest velvet place their bets after the last game of the day has been forfeited
August 21, 2009
all our masks were different at the end.
we thought we’d take them off
one day. we dreamed of it, fantasized.
endlessly, ceaselessly. endlessly.
ceaselessly.
she and i wore facepaint. i was a clown
and she was a warrior, scowling and willing.
she was a warrior, scowling. i made her laugh
and she kept me safe, and we kept each other sane
through the end days.
we hid alone in a room
through the end days. kissing and laughing
pretending the news wasn’t true, pretending
the news wasn’t true because it simply
wasn’t news.
she and i got off on technicalities, she and i
strung each other through loopholes and whispered,
isn’t this erotic, sweetheart?
isn’t this erotic?
sweetheart.
the animals changed, like they were supposed to, but we
never did, we never changed, we stayed inside
and we stayed so safe that it seemed
things had always been this way. things would always be this way.
it’s easy, you know, to lose track of the days
lose track of the end days
lose track
what’s a day?
we became three, without warning, and two of us realized:
we had lost track of the days.
fix things before they’re too late.
fix things before they’re too late
like she asked, with those eyes
and i couldn’t
say no.
i thought only once, and that was to say yes.
without her, it is one endless day. there are none left
to keep track of, now.
all the days are the same now.
all of my days are the same.
but the last word she spoke was my name
and i’ll see her again at my end.
ash-ghosts of the finest velvet place their bets after the last game of the day has been forfeited by levi hatle is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
