Rocking
December 28, 2005 7:22 PM
Tock-tock clicking, fumbling stumbling echoes struggling, struggling, to meld into a meaning for this bitter clock-in-a-tock-silent Victorian afternoon. Creaky-empty hardwood silence, I can feel you breathing across the room. Puddles inside, everything a-clickety-clack, rocking-chair weight inside the brain, my joints hurt. Please say something.