the bad experiences
burn into being
like salt
that cures the hams
vacuum packed.
there is a bridge
an infinite gateway between my ancestors and my body
their backs do not give up time and name me
I don't hear when they call me
I am distracted by the pregnant cement forest.
I walk blind and asleep among knots of spineless people
their faces have not changed
her brief dreams are here surrounding me
wishing that one day it will finally leave me
there is a calm bridge
I want to be silent sitting in my innocence
wait for fear to agonize in its own grave
wait for my heart to float in the beauty of the last toast
wait for the truth that blood never breaks
For death to come and cross me
Caught up in a hug.