corner of a whiskey glass
captured memory lips
mine - like a murmur
"a charming explanation"
I know
but I'm not a charmer
sensation tips
life is staying
and my chest is heaving
life is leaving
my chest differs
associations of fine, dazzling memories
I feel like the sun -
sometimes -
but at night
(I don't care about being) misunderstood
I feel my bones -
all vague and drifting
lifting plagues of memories
neither divine nor dazzling -
and I don't think I should
I could get by just being okay
and you didn't have to be you
