Still Remaking

June 30, 2010

A short simple piece of verse I recently finished. My process usually involves centering my mind on a certain nebulous sentiment, pouring out stream of consciousness writing, that by drafts and degrees slowly shapes into an abstract, concentrated rendition of that sentiment. Which all sounds more neurotic than it really is, though seeing all the drafts documented below, certainly makes that assurance less convincing…

Still Remaking

Hurried into your clothes
i quietly broke
between your sharp hips and fingertips
swirling in the half light
just before the bend

and if you know
(though i doubt you do)
the hurried up past before we flew
was all i had
and all i knew

in smothered moments
too shallow to swim through
all you stole from me
when i begged you to

we were the shameful tolerance
of my sincerity
i remember only
because i have nothing better
than scraped knees and shaking
still remaking
the sense you never.