river flat to its bed. It shrugs and flows on.
Light travels at 186,000 miles per second and
when it hits it leaves no holes that we notice.
I am seduced by the perfect pixels of my screen
to believe that life is as colorful as a heart exploding.
The erosion of the human heart occurs most often
on Sunday nights. More longing. Less real joy.
There are only two states of being. Wanting a man
or wanting a woman. Daily. No matter who you are.
