big idea

like Goliath, killed by a stonerI am a big idea

the task of remembering my ownof unwinding enough liesto tell myself the truthtires me to the point I forgetI’m only untangling strings

there are scissors

each marble holds a memory of youor a nightmare of youI use one to hit the othersthey all go flying and some of them fall off the edgewho spends all day wondering whythey didn’t catch a lifelong sickness?

you caught the back of my heelbut I can’t imagine the punishmentof looking into water and seeing you