"It's about re-inventing," I reassure myself. Always being at the brink of making something new.
I shaved my head
when her hair started falling out
and we weren't scared ...
five years later, our life bears
the weight of a question mark
I'm sleepless again as the moonlight slants through a gap in the bedroom curtains. And in her sleep, she seems to murmur something about a stable life.
It aches when I close my eyes and let myself glimpse, just for a moment, that there is an alternative life in reality, not just inside my mind: carefree and always on the move.
awake, alone
I look out the window
at early snowfall ...
what if this, what if that swirling
in a dark corner of my mind
