Blue flame

Today I thought,

Imagine if I grow blind
And even the palest blue
Is just an extinguished memory

I suppose I thought of your eyes
And how they would inform your words
Your words as my instrument and my guide

Your words as the only truth


Today I thought of being a lone

Of feeling every sliver through my skin
And keeping my outbursts inward
So that strangers don’t stare at me

Today I thought of integrity

And mourned my ambition that keeps me dishonest
my silence that keeps me suspicious
my ideas trapped in boxes and tight-fitting shoes


Today I was grateful
For conversations with myself
For loneliness
For remembering my insignificance
And deceiving myself just enough to dream