“… I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I’m always dragging that horse around…”
Maybe all we ever want is for the swarming versions of our future to come back to our body and solidify into a human entity. Love has moved my life to molasses. I have traveled days to escape its absence, only finding it has a tail like a rat, like a snake, like all the other metaphors for the devil you can conjure up.
And I conjure up new joys like fizzing my soda stream. I call it hope, and dance with the dangers that it will be past participle. I’d like to let it burn. To say no enough times that the yes bubbles up.