This Again Too

I'm going to start writing again. I can't believe I neglected pen and paper (creatively) throughout this whole semester. I guess I was just busy. It's helpful though, so I'm going to start it up again too. Here's a piece I was working on last fall. 

Downcount

You came

and mopped me up

with bucket-water, gray,

so dirt-choked

it was hard to breathe.

So I counted satellites instead,

one, two,

until the sky washed white

and it was morning

and I said fuck morning.

But then you braided

my hair once,

caught the strands

between your fingers,

eyes, counting, three

twists overlapping

until somehow you held on

and it was something beautiful,

something snagged in the sun

and beautiful,

bird-specks-black,

four, five

outside and beautiful.

And I leaned with the wind

six seasons, then seven

with your breath

and started counting again,

in, out,

eight, nine.

- K