rust



ive been getting by on charm for so long...
and i never even knew .

not until i gained some appreciation of myself did i come to
see the beauty of my dysfunctions ...
which come naturally ...

through interaction i am learning that the biting, rusty swing i was raised on 
isn't really par for the course. and i have to find methods of comforting 
and correcting all the scratches and scars hidden beneath the growing excuses

my memory has its own conciousness...

a five year old...

blind to the clean - at last, CLEAN- AIR that even now embraces her...
clouds of intensified vapour that thrash the very pedastal they ride upon...
limb from limb

broad sweeping wildly above me...
a chill of motion so close to reality
out of sleep my pores lean up and away swirling into movement's ghost ....
have open their very structure just to surround

the concious memory inside me
my particular means of muddling through the day to day