here’s something i remember from physics
(apart from that inappropriate crush i had
on the teacher):
there’s only so much energy in the universe.
it breaks down and breaks apart and attaches itself
and reattaches itself but it never grows or shrinks.
finite. kind of like fossil fuels.
(everyone knows how finite those are, right?
yeah, even them. they just don’t care.)
so here’s the cool part:
your screams were a planet orbiting once,
the sing of your fist through the air
might have been the measured shriek
of the twenty third knife into julius caesar’s side.
the way you flick your hair back over your shoulder
might have been the sink of eve’s teeth into the apple.
interconnectedness. bullshit business strategies
have a funny kind of truth as it turns out.
the way you walk was the crawl of a glacier and
you’re only ever borrowing sound waves,
never owning them. (what if loan sharks
wanted those back too?)
i’m off-point. what i partly want to say is
that i really hope those wildfires are going to be
the press of your arms around me eventually.
i don’t even mind if they’re gunshots in between.
— elisabeth hewer
- me: wow i have 3 tests and 2 essays due in the next 3 days
- me: ayy i haven't watched THE ENTIRE LOTR TRILOGY in a while