here first. until we are there.

sleeps with the butterflies

Moment of Inertia

It’s what makes the pancake hold still
while you slip the spatula under it
so fast it doesn’t move, my father said
standing by the stove.

All motion stopped when he died.
With his last breath the earth
lurched to a halt and hung still on its axis,
the atoms in the air
coming to rest within their molecules,
and in that moment
something slid beneath me
so fast I couldn’t move.

(debra spencer)

—————-

i think i’m confusing myself. i leave the door open for the whole world to come in, but i get freaked out when someone does come in and says something truthful.

this fog is beginning to feel like novocaine.

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